Yes, rumors are true. I got me hitched.

Suddenly I find myself living in Indiana. In a town that took me a full month to learn how to spell. And you can't help saying it without a tinge of hick. Where roads are named Milton. Or Melville. A place where one witnesses domestic disturbances in the parking lot of WalMart. And if you're not at WalMart, well, where the heck are you?

It's an alien world. An alternate dimension. I feel like a New Yorker living in L.A. Who knew a one state move would have been so gosh dang drastic?

Maybe my new status helps to magnify differences... I mean, I ain't got no job. So suddenly, I'm a houseywife AND I live in Indiana. whoa. A lot going on there. Between washing dishes and breaking toilets so that they flood all over the gosh dang bathroom floor and into the hallway while I'm still pulling my pants up, I keep myself busy on the Internet.

Not that I like the Internet all that much. Mostly I'm just trying to distract myself from the fact that we have cable, but no TV. It's pretty much like having an infinite supply of some drug that you have to insert into your body with a needle, but you have no needles because they're at your parent's house in another state. And it's a REALLY good drug that you like a lot. BUT NO NEEDLES!!!!!

At any rate... In conclusion, I guess Indiana's not all bad. Despite the fact that they are making me take a written test to get my Indiana license. (Sidenote: I wonder if they make Indiana people take this test. Indiana drivers are bad. They all drive like farmers. Sidenotenote: Another bad thing about living in Indiana is that I can't make farmer/Indiana jokes any more. They don't like being called hicks here.)

List of why Indiana is not all bad:

1.) They gots Chic-fi-la. mmm-mm! Waffle fries!
2.) The weather is (I would guess) on average 5-10 degrees warmer than Michigan. And an average of 2.5 inches less snowier.
3.) I can wear whatever the hell I feel like wearing out of the house and still feel like I'm trendy.
4.) Rent = less than YOU'RE paying
5.) I'm pretty sure, when it gets warm enough, I'll be able to walk around barefoot wherever I go. Like Arby's.
6.) My '96 taurus looks like a pretty nice ride.

That's all I can think of for now. But I'm sure I'll come up with more. It's really not that bad of a place... actually kind of a step up from us kids' hometown. If you can spell it.