Friday, April 18, 2008
Shake Shake Shake
This is not California. When the house starts shaking at 4:39 am, I wake up thinking:
a) I need to stop eating Starfruit so close to bedtime. Although pomegranate with kiwi and strawberries on top is gonna be tough to resist. Branner too, the amazing neighborhood ambassador/gladiator puppy!
b) Jaimeson is texting me at his favorite time of day and my SUPERphone must be underneath me somewhere. Like in the foundation of my house.
c) The house is being burgled and it's the team from Oceans 11 who are up to their shenanigans. I guess this one is a little close to point A.
An EARTHQUAKE in Chicago? This after a COUGAR was hunted down in Roscoe Village? Universe, seriously, this is not Laurel Canyon. But if you're really that confused, give US the sunshine and leave Paris Hilton where she is.
You know the LA Times writer who reported this morning must have been giggling the entire time. 5.4 earthquake. Nothin but Shake-n-Bake for the wild west, but scrambling my eggs for me in the midwest. My first earthquake.