Lawd have mercy, the Midwest had ourselves an earthquake!
This bitch’s recollection of that earthquake shit…
It was around 4:30 in the morning and the house of bitchitude was quiet. A bitch was passed out on the couch (my ass had a long week, damnit) with two sorta beagles snoring beneath my blanket at my feet.
Suddenly, the house began to sway as if it were in a boat floating on a pissed off ocean.
ABB to Betsey the sorta-beagle… “What the fuck? Is this an earthquake? Jesus!”
Betsey the sorta-beagle lifted her head slowly, looked around and then grunted. Theo continued to snore but his eyes opened up.
The shaking stopped…Betsey repositioned and went back to sleep. Theo never really woke up.
Figuring out that my dawgs don’t predict earthquakes – interesting.
Being reminded that my ass lives near the New Madrid fault at 4 o’clock in the fucking morning – freaky.
Feeling so fucking tired that my ass was hoping it really was the end of days – a damn shakified shame.