Anyway, here we go...
This first picture starts off our Easter Sunday with my great-grandmother, Wilma Palmer. This is on my mother's side of the family. Granny is 87 years old, and lives in Murphy, North Carolina (about 2 1/2 hours from Atlanta). You wouldn't know it from the photo, but Granny is sharp as a tack. I'm serious. She remembers everything - and can whoop some tail with sports trivia.
Haha, Granny, you kill me! Look at that pose. Right after we took this first photo I said, "Granny, the camera's right there. You're deaf, not blind." and she laughed.The photo below is half of the supper spread.
First of all, we have Ben's deviled eggs (yes, Ben made them! He is a pro.). The large pink platter is, yes, you guessed it, ham. You can't tell from the photo but these were GIGANTIC pieces of ham. Tradition states that the oldest man in the house cuts the roast (turkey, ham, whatever). Since my dad wasn't there, it was up to Ben this year. This was his first attempt at carving the ham, and let's just say he started from the wrong side of the roast. He did a great job, considering. We also have Granny's baked beans (on the right), mashed potatoes up front, and the creamed corn has the lid on it. I burned it, which Granny warned me not to do and I did anyway. Whoops.
The other side of the table - ignore the ham, you already know the story.That speckled looking dish on the left is actually Granny's sweet potato casserole, with honey, coconut and marshmallows. It was fantastic! What was not fantastic, however, was the green and brown thing at the center of the photo. This was canned asparagus, and was softer than baby poop. The cheese sauce on top, however, was delish! Good job Beth.
The aftermath: dishes overload. There is no dishwasher, for the record.
This is Beth and Daniel having a splash fight. Daniel is Beth's boyfriend, and is a great guy. We love him!
Andrew was not amused. He just wanted to dry the dishes, not flirt with Daniel.
This is my Aunt Ramona (aka Uncle Mona) and her wolf-ish boyfriend Jeff. They were busy chain-smoking on the back porch. 
Yet another amazing photo of Granny. My goodness she is photogenic.
Some of my favorite memories in Murphy, growing up, are sitting on the back porch with the family. On this particular day we sat outside for quite a bit, which was lovely and the weather was gorgeous. Granny asked Ben to make a pot of coffee, and a few minutes later said, "I can smell the coffee, it's ready." So I went in to get her a cup, and found the coffee maker smoking and sputtering. It literally had exploded all over the counter. 
This is Granny examining the coffee pot. She laughed it off. 
This is my favorite part about Granny's house - her fridge. In the photo below you can see the entirety of my mother's family from infancy on.
I know. I know. Isn't it amazing? Mom and Dad, circa 1979. This is their engagement photo (I believe)! Ben said later on that night how much I looked like my mother in this photo. I was so flattered - she's gorgeous! Dad, however, is looking a little sketch with the 'stache.
ps. The best part about this is the name magnets that Granny puts next to the photos of people on her fridge.Below we have a photo of the whole gang, minus Ben, because we couldn't figure out how to turn on the photo delay button. Many thanks to Erin for figuring it out. Anyway, the first photo in this series is without Ben.
Then we decided that he could hit the button and jump into the photo and make it on time. He literally hit the button and slammed down on his butt. Below we have the first try...
And here we have the second...
What can I say? The look on Granny's face is priceless. She was so amused that Ben kept jumping into the photo. I am grinning like a six year old on Christmas morning and Andrew is obviously amused, which is rare. It was awesome.Thanks Granny for inviting us! It was a great day.
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