Disturbing Event Number One:
Two days ago, a home in the neighborhood adjoining ours caught fire. We smelled the smoke first, and thought the neighbors were making something extra delicious on the bar-b-que.
Then we heard the sirens.
[This photo was taken from my front porch:]
Disturbing Event Number Two:
This morning, at about four-thirty a.m., a 5.2 earthquake rocked the Midwest. I immediately sat up in bed and (in my delirious half-asleep state) thought it was a windstorm. The ceiling fans were rattling, the beds were moving, and I could hear things throughout my whole house banging around. I put my hands up, trying to brace the wall (because that's totally going to hold up the house, you know). The shaking continued and I realized it was not the wind, but the entire earth moving beneath me.
And you know what? That realization was surprisingly not comforting.
But the shaking and quaking eventually did end, and we escaped without any damage (as did most of the Midwest, thankfully). Chase woke up in the middle of it, and could not go back to sleep. So he did the only logical thing he could think of - he woke his brother up to play.
Yes, at four-thirty in the morning.
Disturbing Event Number Three:
Well, I have had three packages delivered this week by UPS. And it was not my
peeping tom regular driver.
Now. I figure it can only mean one of three things:
1) I have either driven him off the job, what with the frightful sight that is my nekkidness, and he is now out on workman's comp due to the mental hardship of that day;
2) My house is now the best house on the route and I will never see the same driver twice;
3) None of the above - it's only a coincidence.
I should also mention that one of the packages was delivered by a woman.
I think it's number one. Discuss.