If You Were A Betting Man

Yesterday I picked up the girls from the bus stop. It is just down the street a bit, but I drove because it is so blasted hot. We got home and when it was time to go and pick up Parker I asked the girls if they wanted to come with me or stay home. Remember, it is just down the street. They wanted to stay. I hoped in the car and headed off. The bus was late, so I was just sitting the in the nice air conditioning of my car when I saw the man across the street waving like a mad man. I rolled down my window and he asked me if I had just felt an earthquake. I told him 'no' and he said he felt his car moving. I was hoping that he was wrong because my girls would not be happy to have an earthquake and me not be there with them. This occurred at 2:45. At 3:00 Parker's bus came rolling in and we headed off. When I pulled in to the driveway the girls were standing there, with Chancho on a leash and Kylee was crying her head off. Turns out we did have an earthquake. What are the odds of that happening right at the moment that I left them home!?! If you were a betting man I would say place the bet! It took us all a long time to stop jumping at every sound in Salt Lake but we got there. Calm, peaceful, earthquake free Salt Lake! The moment we enter the Imperial Valley the kids (and I) started worrying about earthquakes. Now the girls are freaked because I wasn't there. Sheez!