So last night, hubby and I were spending some quality time together on the couch, analyzing the dems debate. Just as I finished declaring my solidarity with Dennis Kucinich (he is a vegetarian and now has also announced on national television that he has seen a UFO!!!), the couch rocked. I immediately looked at the hubby in accordance with marriage law 1 "your spouse is the usual suspect for any domestic disturbances". It was not him. We could feel the whole house shudder and the blinds rattled. For a second we were in a what-the-f? mode, and then we realized it was an earthquake!
With great drama, we ran outside the house. I picked up our shoes on the way out (and entirely forgot about our wallets, passports, cellphones and car keys). To cut a long story short, the tremors lasted only for a few seconds. No damages were reported. We went back inside, and found our rickety book shelf still standing (which meant the condo was still structurally sound). In times of duress like this, we decided the best thing to do would be to get some icecream and so we did. But we parked our car outdoors and not inside the garage just in case.
Turns out, the earthquake was about 5.6 on the richter scale, with the epicenter about 15 miles from us. No damages were reported in the area (except for a few broken wine bottles). Forgive me for resorting to cliches, but I truly have a bigger appreciation for life right now. I am thankful the condo that I furnished just 2 days ago is still in one piece, and that the bookshelf which literally fell apart during it's long journey from Chicago to San Jose was still on one piece last night. It may have been a really insignificant event (did not even make national headlines), but it reminded me how significant all the little things in my world are to me.
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So what exactly were you guys doing on the couch to make the neighborhood rock haan ?
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