Bed-Shaped Seizmographs

So last night was bowling night, and we had quite the turn out, considering Heath is off on his honeymoon somewhere (Congrats Heath, BTW). Eric came up from Louisville to bowl in Heath’s absence and Ang stopped by to, well, drink (Pic Removed For Ang!)… all in all a late night with lots of alcohol and terrible bowling (such as Leah Bowling Backwards).

Anyway, after passing out, around 5:30 AM I woke up to the bed shaking. By “woke up” I mean I was conscious enough to realize it was happening but not enough to actually rouse any concern — I was asleep again within the minute and I didn’t think much more about it until the next morning. Turns out Eric had had the same house-shaking experience! Angela slept through it, and I haven’t heard Kory’s version yet, but it wasn’t until about 1:00 this afternoon that I talked to Li’l Bro Joe who pointed out that there was actually an earthquake this morning! Rock on. I live in San Francisco for a year and never feel one, then back in Dayton I feel one that started just over 300 miles away.

Crazy.

Also, one last word of advice: Never carry around $5000 in cash.

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