earthquake!!!

so...we had an earthquake a couple of hours ago. mommy at first thought it was the neighbor guy starting his motorcycle. oh, it's a cool bike! it's a bright yellow ducati! i like to look at it. but sometimes, the cool kid forgets that his garage is directly under our "dining room" here at the carriage house, so when he fires up his hot rod, it shakes our house.well, when the house began shaking, mommy thought that's what it was--the throttle (??). but it didn't stop, and things downstairs were crashing about (like frames off the wall), so then mommy thought that maybe someone had rammed their car into the carriage house...and rammed and rammed it again. and THEN it occurred to mommy exactly what it was!! it was the Wicked Witch of North West and she was BULLDOZING the house! it made so much sense. mommy looked out the window toward the street and saw a car backing out of the driveway. people use that driveway to turn around all.the.time., but mommy used this particular sighting as an excuse to confirm her theory that someone hit the house with a car. but then she realized that the car was almost done backing out, and the shaking was still going on. well, then mommy saw daddy standing by the back of their car, which was parked at the end of the driveway. mommy was SO confused, and was just starting to feel scared. so she grabbed me, ran down the stairs, tore the door open, ran out to the street, and said to daddy "what were you doing? what were you doing to the house??" and he said to mommy, "were you pushing on the car? what were you doing?" and then mommy heard car alarms going off in the neighborhood from all different directions. and people were just out of their houses and all looking about. so she and daddy put it together that we'd just had an earthquake! for reals! apparently it was CRAZY! a good 30 seconds or so. and this was me the whole time....



we went to see the cathedral because parts fell off. read about it in your history books.

there's no pot of gold

sometimes not even a rainbow shining through the window onto your head can make you happy.

for me, it takes food.