...Not that anyone would be crying if this jankosaurus place burned to the ground. I guess I would, mostly because it takes time and considerable care to rebuild your wardrobe. Grahm would basically need to buy seven more tee shirts and three pairs of jeans. Mine, however, is a collection of years beginning with my vintage seventh grade fashion, which I mostly keep around as a self-esteem booster to make sure my hips can still slip into those jeans. How would I make sure that I'm still maintaining my 12-year-old boyish figure if that faded denim was burned to a crisp? My hips would explode by the sudden freedom.
Scentsy not only makes sense, it also makes scents. Ooo that was bad. But seriously, my apartment [all 400 sq. ft. of it] smells like heaven right now. More accurately, blueberry cheesecake. My honker is actually not very good at smelling, so the fact that I'm in yummy sensory overload is kind of a big deal.
This is great because it masks my intense Clorox cleaning from yesterday. It's also a bit deceptive, because Grahm and I are expecting a blueberry cheesecake to pop out of the oven at any second. But we both know me. That's not happening. Need I refer you to the infamous pot roast?
Hooray for yummy smells and no fire. You should contact my friend, Mary Rachel, if you're interested in getting some for your home. If you're friends with me, you're probably getting this for Christmas. Surprise!
So we have no fear of fire over here in Oklahoma City, but we DO have earthquakes? Go figure. The one time Oklahoma decides to get scary, my husband isn't here. Thankfully, I was with some church friends in Norman when the second quake of the day hit on Saturday evening. Kinda crazy. We were laughing in our confusion, not knowing what to do. This would be the best way to suddenly die, I think.
"Ha ha ha! What do we do? Ha ha ha! We're in an earthquake, this is fun! Ha ha ha!"
Don't worry, no one died. Nothing even fell over. It did seem to last a ridiculously long time though. We stood in the door frames, waiting for the trembling to stop. Maybe this is how Satan gets his kicks every once in a while - he grabs houses from below and shakes them back and forth until we think we're going to die.
I was a teensy bit nervous when I came home. What if Oklahoma just needed to perfect its earthquakes before we all actually died? Three times the charm, anyone? Thankfully, no more craziness happened.
Grahm got home last night from his way-too-long-of-a-trip to Tampa. We both decided that saving 300ish bucks wasn't worth the separation. Aren't we cute? I'm glad we didn't have the opposite reaction, thankful for a break. We are, after all, approaching 72 days of marriage... the length any covenant should last, according to Kim Kardashian.
So if I get swept away by a tornado or lost in the cracks of an earthquake, at least my handsome husband will be with me!