Something Meaningful, Estelle, & Vicodin

Today, an older lady came in to my mother's pizza store and asked for a small pepperoni pizza. She saw my infant sister, "Noelle", and we talked a little bit.

"Oh, she's cunnin'. What a sweet girl!" I liked her a lot, this lady.

Not long after that, she was telling us about her family.

She had 9 other siblings. Two of which became nuns, and one brother had gone off to Brazil. She was the youngest and the difference between her and her oldest sibling was 22 years. On the other hand, the difference between me and my youngest sister was 15 years. I told her that. I told her that and she said that her favorite sibling was the oldest. Out of 9 others, her favorite was the oldest. She said it was because she had been like a second mother to her. Her mom was 44 when she had her, my mom was 37 for the second time.

"My mom beat you," She said to my mother.

And my mom started talking about how she thought she was too old.

She wasn't though. It's a good thing you have more than one kids. The lady's nephew was 84 years old. His wife was legally blind and her nephew was diagnosed with cancer and about to die. They had one kid. One boy. He called her up crying and told her he hated their parents for only having one kid--his dad was about to die, and he had to suffer alone. He had no sibling to confide in throughout all his life. And now his dad was about to die and he had to go through it alone.

"You should always have more than one child. The worst thing you could do the a kid is leave him or her alone." I understood. My mom understood.

And she also says she's not embarrassed to come from a family of 10 kids. Her parents were proud to at least send two off to college. Her and her sister. Before she left, she told me her name was Estelle.

Estelle used to be a spanish teacher and a french teacher. Two of her sisters are nuns, one's in brazil, and she sees her oldest sister as a second mother. She has nine other siblings and she's not embarrassed because she has someone to confide in.

More than one someones.

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Sorry this one is boring. On the other hand, root canal was good.

I.V

Pretty colors.

Sleepy time.

Here's some hydrocodone.

Apparently, I gave the nurses all hugs before I left and asked if I could keep my x-rays. I was told to eat lots of ice cream. I didn't really remember.

I'm good.

But i feel like a baby blowfish on drugs.