I have no idea what I planned to write for today’s post, but it all kind of fell by the wayside when the *earthquake* came yesterday afternoon.
I live walking distance to DC. I expect traffic jams. I expect crime. I expect the President to drive past my house on occasion. I even expect the occasional hurricane or two feet of snow.
I don’t expect earthquakes. I mean, really, don’t we already have enough going on around here?
There I was, minding my own business, playing on the computer while Shoo ate lunch. For the five millionth time, I told him to stop rocking the table. Usually his response is along the lines of “I can’t help it.” This time he told me he wasn’t doing it. As I prepared to reprimand him for lying, I realized the whole house was shaking.
My immediate response was to run down to the basement. Why? Because it felt like an unbalanced washer on steroids. Halfway down the stairs, I realized a) I have a front loader and it has never shaken like that and b) I wasn’t doing laundry. I heard something fall in the storage room and my next thought was that our boiler was going to blow. (Quite frankly, earthquake never even occurred to me.)
I grabbed Shoo and Jones and we ran outside, where we realized that it wasn’t just our house that was shaking. I never realized just how many of my neighbors work from home LOL.
In the end, the only casualty was a can of fish food, but quite frankly I never need to experience that again…
We now return to our regular discussions of running, parenting, and beer. LA LA LA *not thinking about Hurricane Irene* LA LA LA