(Not So) Good Vibrations

I'm not gonna lie, I'm shaking in my boots. We West-coasters have had quite the earth stir these past few weeks and I am not a fan. I'm a weenie when it comes to earthquakes...and thunder...and roller coasters. My heart races, my eyes scan the room for any structural damage, I dart for Chris...and then the cat. I'm hypervigilant for the next few hours until I either fall asleep or get distracted by another task.

Today's earthquake felt like a waterbed; moving to and fro. Luckily there was no damage. But that wasn't the case a few weeks ago when a 4.4 magnitude hit at 4:04am (coincidence!?). We woke up to the sound of glass breaking. There I was lying in bed thinking of all the possible items that may have fallen.

Such as the countless number of vintage soda bottles.

Or this 'old-timey-sports' crew of Kessler whisky filled figurines. 

A pair of 1984 political party decanter memorabilia filled with kentucky straight bourbon whisky. 

They make great bookends, no?

Or perhaps one of the many Jesse LeDoux framed art prints (which had yet to be hung) scattered throughout our home.

Turns out, those lil asian porcelain figurines were the only catastrophe (pictured in the lower right corner of the above photo).

Thank goodness neither of them were filled with any sort of hard alcohol. We don't drink, but our decorations sure do.