Earthquake Party

Yesterday an unusual 5.9 earthquake hit the Virginia area. I actually felt the tremor. Initially, I thought someone was driving a bulldozer into the house. Then I thought someone from another dimension had transported into my home office. (I watch a lot of sci-fi.) A few moments later, Hubby sent me a text telling me it was an earthquake. Quite a shocker for me, as this is not earthquake territory.

Hubby said the reaction of his co-workers was extremely OVERreactive. They panicked unnecessarily.

I didn't panic. For one thing, I had no idea what the tremor actually was. (Had it been a visitor from another dimension, I might have panicked a little.) For another, I was prepared.

If the earthquake had been major and either devastated my local infrastructure or trapped me and my kids in my home, we would have been able to comfortably survive for... well... long enough, I am sure. In fact, I might have called/texted my close family and friends to say, "Come on over to our house! Let's have an earthquake party!" I would have had plenty of booze, food and beverages to keep everyone happy.

There was definitely a comfort in knowing that I was prepared.

Well, prepared for everything except a visitor from another dimension.