For approximately 3 seconds, I thought the apocalypse from 2013 was coming back to haunt me with all it’s wrath.
I was about to bop around Brentwood and get my fro-yo when the earthquake hit.
OP and I ran into the doorway thinking at any moment our newly hung TV was about to fall and break into a thousand pieces (it didn’t).
The real apocalypse occurred Friday night when Hotel Shangri-La decided to rip me off to the fifth.
It was a great weekend full of catching up with friends, celebrating, and once again eating way too much pizza.