So apparently there was an earthquake this morning? I got to work and someone was all, "did you feel the earthquake?" and I said, " . . . huh?" I'm not so eloquent first thing in the morning, you see. But I guess around 5:30 this morning, while I was sleeping, the earth moved. I still find it hard to believe, because I'm a really light sleeper (seriously, I will wake up if you even think about looking at me), and I felt nothing. It's all anyone will talk about today, which makes sense because, I don't know if you know this**, but we don't really get that many earthquakes in Ohio. I think they suspected we might get one when I was in like 3rd grade, because I vaguely remember having earthquake drills where we got to hide under our desk. They were either earthquake drills or bomb drills, I don't know. This was during the war in Iraq (you know, the first one), so it really could have been either.
Last night, when I got home from work, the spirit of Monica Geller inhabited my body and I raced around the apartment, cleaning like a madwoman. I don't know why, but don't worry. This burst of productivity only lasted until Heidi got home and we decided to get Papa Murphy's for dinner. Then we watched A LOT of TV. Like . . . a lot. And drank wine. But not a lot of wine. A normal amount. Wow, Jennie, good story. Um. How about a Conversation With My Roommate? A short one, though, because I'm sleepy.
Me: TiVo, PAUSED. I have to pee.
Heidi: OK. Do you want more wine?
Me: Do you have to ask?
Me: That's like asking a woodpecker if he wants to peck some more wood.
**but I'm KIND OF a big deal