Introducing: a cousin, AJ!

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So friends, as most of you know, I have lots and lots of family. And they don’t leave CT much, except on very special occasions. But one of my very own cousins (well, as I explained to Jeff, my mom’s cousin’s stepdaughter, so technically my second cousin by marriage, but we’re all cousins in the Iannucci family) has moved to LA! So last night, Jeff, Bec, and I went to her improv show, and went to find her afterwards. Jeff said, “So…do you think she’ll remember you?” And I laughed, and said, “Well, I should hope so!” He was wondering because he knows that our family is so big, but let me tell you, the funny thing about our family is everyone remembers everyone. It’s pretty crazy.

Then I tapped her arm, and she screamed like we all do, gave me a huge hug, and immediately introduced me to her fiance. It was a lovely greeting, and we couldn’t stop hugging and loving and meeting and greeting, and then we all went to get a drink top catch up and spill what had happened since the last time we saw each other under happy circumstances, nearly 2 years ago, or so.

The lucky thing with family is that they are your family, so no matter what, it’s never awkward.

When we parted, AJ said, “Now I feel like I belong.” And it’s true. She does. Now some of us Iannuccis have migrated to another coast.

What a good night!

The Jack Hammer.

So the school I work at is doing major renovations. Fine, fine, and all. HOWEVER: They are jack hammering outside my window, and I have cement dust in my lungs. I kid you not. I can’t even hear my Pandora, which is cranked up and playing “That Thing You Do.”

I am annoyed. What annoys you all on Fridays? More to come later:

1. Pictures of my cake from my b-day

2. The books I got for free from the library today.

Happy Friday! (Now Pandora is playing Hanson. All is right in the world.)

Tonsils, and other things of interest.

Sorry, guys. I’ve been a bit busy. I will be updating pictures of new things in my life ASAP (like my bike!!!) but first, an adventure in Jennie’s life.

Friday morning, as the day wore on, I realized my tonsil was approximately double its normal size. This alarmed me, but I did not feel sick at all, so I figured I was fine.

Saturday morning, I took some IB and headed to soccer. I drank some water, tried not to yell as much, and did what I could to make it stop hurting. Took some more IB. Headed home with Jeff, cleaned the kitchen floor, did the dishes, cleaned the bathroom floor, went to Corelyn’s, help her with dishes, watched her mop the floor and the bathroom. Went to Trader Joe’s, bought 10 pizza crusts (more pictures to come) and went home. Made 10 pizzas, drank some wine, and had a party. Got a bike!! (In case you’re wondering, it’s birthday season here in my providential life.)

Took some more IB. Slept from 1 to 11 the next morning, because my tonsil doesn’t hurt when I’m sleeping. Woke up, took IB. Grumbled. Made some breakfast, headed to the farmer’s market. Headed home. Took pictures of my bounty. Planned a week’s worth of meals. Went to Ikea, then Ralph’s. Cooked some food (pictures to come) and ate. Cleaned up. Swept the living room, dining room. Helped Corelyn with “thank you” cards from her wedding.

Grumbled. Went to bed tired and angry. Tonsil = a cherry tomato.

Went to the doctor this morning:

“Well, it’s fine. It’s not infected or anything.”

“OK…well…”

“Your ear looks like the eardrum may have burst. It’s a little red, has a spot of blood. ”

WHAT? This, apparently, is normal when your ear drum bursts. Your tonsil gets big? I guess.

GREAT. So then I bought some acetaminophen (generic Tylenol) because I figured I should stop taking so much IB.

And, by the way, guess how much my acetaminophen was? $1.46. For 100. That’s roughly a penny a pill. Which is marvelous, indeed. Oh, how I love generics and small town pharmacies!