Spring is in the air... I guess...oh & earthquakes too

Easter came early this year. Once again we survived spring vacation which always comes with the obligatory egg dying ritual. I feel like I should get some kind of a medal for doing all the stuff that has to be done to get those damned eggs dyed. Buying and boiling 54 eggs.. (the smell of sulfur really isn't something I enjoy.) setting up a table for my two kids and two of their friends to dye eggs with a dozen cups of dye in the center of our old card table set up in the backyard.  The weather was warm and pleasant enough, heck, we live in San Diego, it's supposed to be "pleasant."  The next day, Easter Sunday, my husband, who had prepared a 24 plastic eggs filled with golden-dollar-coins and folded bills along with chocolate, hid them in the yard and I? Well I hid 35 dyed masterpieces throughout the yard and downstairs of the house for the big Mother-of-all-Easter-day-egg-hunt-events. Our two kids acted like they were being shot out of a canon as they started the hunt... Once again Jacqui found 3 quarters of the hidden treasure and at the end of it all, I had prepared colorful bags of goodies. They counted their money and Ian gave all of his chocolate to his sister and all was right with the world... that is until...

That's when "IT" happened. The 7.2 earthquake struck at 3:40 p.m.. Our whole house shook and rolled and we ran to our nearest doorway. The water in the aquarium was sloshing and a lamp nearly fell over. The dog barked, the cat left her nest of kittens to run out the back door (more about the kittens later). The shaking lasted for about 40 seconds. I wondered if this was going to be the big one, would the earth open up and swallow us? We ran out to the front of the house and waited. We waited to see if this was the beginning of a bigger quake or the end of an already big quake. The neighbors all came out.

We survived.

Then, the next day spring break ended, the kids were back in school and everything retuned to its same, old rhythm...