So around 7pm last night I was minding my own business, when all of a sudden the house started to shake like someone was on the roof above me…but not quite. I knew it wasn’t Matt. He was outside but he was working on an old Coleman lantern outside. When it didn’t stop, I was worried he blew himself up.
I went running around the corner. He was fine. Just an earthquake.
Wait. What?
Earthquake? In Maine?!?!
Yup. It happens. We have one every few years or so.
No reported injuries or damage other than a few cracks in drywall. They were originally reporting it at a 4.6, now just a 4.0. It is becoming just a “cool” thing that so many of us experienced. It was so wide spread.
Of course, where was I when it happened?
The bathroom.
Years from now:
“So, where were you when the 10/16/12 earthquake hit?”
“I was peeing.”
Yea. Never gonna live that one down.
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