Cecilia and I were downstairs watching TV when the whole place started rumbling. For a second I thought John Paul was just jumping on the bed REALLY hard. Then everything started shaking harder and I thought the water heater was about to explode so I grabbed Cecilia and RAN upstairs! I turned on the monitor to make sure John Paul wasn't freaking out. He was totally silent - apparently THIS is what we need to get the kid to shut up when he should be napping... Things were shaking a little less at this point and I saw a few neighbors outside so I went out to find out what was going on.
It's kind of nice that we live around a bunch of old people - all of them remember earthquakes from like, 30 or 40 years ago and they *knew* that's what it was. Came back inside and checked facebook immediately after google failed to confirm my suspicions - everybody had statuses up talking about an earthquake, so I figured that must be what it was. Then I found out it was rated 5.8 on the Richter scale - not too shabby!
Our total damage? The palms behind a crucifix fell down and a few things I keep on the stove fell as well:
If that's what an earthquake feels like, I'm never moving to California!
Where were you? Did you feel it?
JEALOUS!!!
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