Funny story- I went to a birthday party for a somewhat distant relative this weekend. My grandmother’s cousin’s wife turned 80, so we went to the home of my grandmother’s cousin’s daughter for the celebration. So while I’m there, in strolls comedian Adam Hammer and his wife, Melody, who I haven’t seen in 6 months or so. I first met them a little over a year ago, and never expected to see them show up at a small gathering of extended family. I of course ask how they know the people there, and it turns out that his wife Melody is the grand-daughter of my grandmother’s cousin. We were at the home she spent her high school years living in. Which means our great-grandmothers were sisters, so we have the same great-great-grandparents. And I now realize that a photo I’ll post later (gotta grab it from my mom) has her in it at my parents house when we were both little kids. Small world, eh? I’m soooo relived that she married a comedian who’s a nice guy and is funny, not some retarded douche that I’d have to pretend to like. Not that she would really care about my opinion, since we met probably 4 or 5 times and never knew we were related. Just goes to show you never know who you’re related to. That’s why I’m going to stick to dating foreigners from now on. I don’t want 3 eyed babies.