So, true story: Last night (or early this morning, depending on your mindset), around midnight, I heard a noise in my kitchen. Loudish. I thought it was my dog, being a douche canoe, and I may have actually told him, “Hey, you, quit being so loud on a school night,” or something to that effect but with a lot more cursing.
This morning, I find that I probably owe my dog an apology, because there was an earthquake pretty much where I live-ish. Geologists say the epicenter of the 2.0 quake was around Northwest Highway and Inwood Road.
But you know what? The dog also gassed up the joint pretty bad last night, so I’m going to call this even. So where were you during the Great Quake of 2012*? I was Febreezing dog farts.
* unless, you know, we have another. Can that happen? Is this a thing now?
