The first earthquake I experienced hit about two weeks after I moved out to SoCal. I think it might have registered at 5.8? Now, I grew up next to the Gulf; I'm used to worrying about hurricanes, not having the ground shake beneath you. I was the ridiculous girl who nearly dove under her desk (isn't that what they tell you to do on TV?) until I saw my officemates hold back their laughter. The only experience I had with earthquakes before this moment was watching that episode of "Saved by the Bell" where Zack delivered Mrs. Belding's baby in an elevator. I think that's also where I learned the failed "dive-under-furniture" plan. I guess you can't really believe everything you see on tv. [EDIT: They just aired this episode this morning! Coincidental or prophetic?!]
So living along the San Andreas Fault Line, I'm a bit concerned that "The Big One" will hit in the middle of the night. When I'm curled up in bed, no bra, a college T-shirt circa 2002 that is falling apart at the seams, and the most inappropriately short shorts that are possibly illegal to wear in public. I'm worried the condo building will come crumbling down into fragments of concrete and dust particles and I'll have to run outside. Like, where people can see me. Ack.
Yep, natural disasters seem like a good reason to invest in cuter pajamas. Or, at the very least, a robe.
Pajama Want Need List
yay for cute pajamas and silk robes!