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June 17, 2005
The Coast is Toast
(Oh, wait, that was a volcano movie, never mind. Anyway...)
Dear Hayward Fault,
I live right on top of you. Could you do me a big favor and not shift or erupt or whatever you do that causes a huge earthquake to happen? I would be crushed like a bug, and Rob's office would sink into the landfill. That would, like, suck. I don't have an earthquake preparation kit or anything. I don't even know where my gas main is. So if you could not shake me into oblivion, I'd really appreciate it.
Yours sincerely,
Kate
SPEAKING of toast, I'm starving. I'd love some toast, but there is no butter in the house. How could I have allowed this to happen?
Comments
I don't know, not having butter is almost akin to not having air.
Thanks for your comment on my blog by the way!
Posted by: Rebekah at June 17, 2005 12:34 PM
Ha. The Hayward fault went right through the basement of a high-school friend of mine. The floor had a big rift in it. Funny how the San Andreas got all the press, while the Hayward is just sitting there, all quiet, and then (hopefully after you move) BLAMMO!
Posted by: Megan at June 19, 2005 12:39 PM