We were hit by a laughably small earthquake tonight, but it still managed to rattle the house.
Weather Channel and local news treated it like Armageddon.
I guess when your usual script is, "Mattress in fast lane, watch out for brake-lights, then an East-Coast quake is about as exciting as it gets.
I'd have led with "The Biggest shake since Louise Woodward babysat your kids."
For the second year running Anne missed the quake. Last year she was swimming in the ocean, tonight she was driving in her sturdy German car.
I feel the vibration.
I'm the one in the middle.