First the fires. I mean, that was fun and all. Millions of people in San Diego and Los Angles were kept on their toes for days and days.

Oh, then there was that booming thunder we experienced two days ago as the kids, Hubby and I (really just Hubby) carved pumpkins. Poor eClaire shot from the garage into the house like a bullet. She screamed a guttural warrior cry I’ve never heard come out of something so young.

And then last night there was that silly old earthquake you sent our way. You know the one! So…. what?  You say… it was only a 5.6 on the richter scale?  Well, let me tell you, we felt every 5 and point 6 of it, living where we do.

My heart raced, Hubby scaled the couches, I broke the computer cord all in an attempt to get to the kids bedroom before the world came crashing down.

In hindsight we might have overreacted just a bit, because everything turned out to be fine.

But come on God, please give us a break for a week or so before you send the locust our way!

Love,

Smiling Mom