So uh, we had an earthquake last night. I have a vague sleepy memory of hearing our nightstands and lamps shaking and feeling ticked off because I thought the cats were playing King of the Mountain on our bed frame at 5:30am. Then I remember waking up slightly and looking at J., who was sitting up and looking around in confusion. We both realized quickly it wasn't the cats and said in sleepy unison, "What the hell is that?"
J. responded in amused bewilderment, "I think it's an earthquake."
I laughed at him, rolled my eyes, turned off my lamp, went back to sleep. "It's a plane that got too close or something. There's no earthquakes in Kentucky."
Apparently there are. 5.2 on the Richter Scale and now I can say I am a survivor of Earthquake 08. Unfortunately, this morning I awoke to find my poor sock dog, collapsed from the stress.
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I didn't even know about this until I got to work at 8am today. Everyone was talking about it, but apparently I slept right through!
Posted by Michelle | April 18, 2008 8:39 PM
Posted on April 18, 2008 20:39
oh no, poor sock dog! i think you'll need to get him some ptsd therapy post haste. ;-)
Posted by leah | April 18, 2008 11:52 PM
Posted on April 18, 2008 23:52