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Wednesday, Jun. 15, 2005 - 9:09 a.m.

So. Me. News-hound. You guys know this.

Except for last night.

Last night, we had the radio off in the car as we were driving down to Target to look for a piece of luggage for me. We seldom go anywhere without listening to the radio in the car, but last night was one of those rare nights where we talked instead. There was wind, so we didn't open the sunroof.

We got there, and the wind was terrible down in the parking lot. I had to get out first and go over and hold John's door open for him. We put our coats on and they flapped like flags. We got in, went to the luggage aisle, and found something perfect. I also picked up some sugar free turtles, the second season of Reno 911!, and the third season of Speed Racer.

Then we drove back home, taking the Ocean Beach route because it's pretty. The time was about nine o'clock.

We saw a few odd things: There were park ranger trucks down by the ocean front, and people leaving the beach, abandoning their fires. Somebody had a real nice one made of actual wood, too, as opposed to the garbage that is usually burning. The parking lot was nearly empty, except for the park ranger cars

I also saw a Channel 5 News van parked over by the Cliff House, with a cameraman pointing his camera out to the water. Admittedly the sunset had been very pretty, but we couldn't figure out why this particular one was being committed to video.

We finally got home, I made dinner, we watched an episode of Leave It To Beaver on TVLand, and then we watched the third season premiere of Reno 911!, and an episode of Whose Line Is It Anyway? on ABC Family.

Finally -- I glimpsed at the eleven o clock news.

And THAT is when I found out there'd been a major earthquake about an hour west of here, out in the ocean.

We had been under a tsunami warning.

We missed the WHOLE THING. And no, I didn't feel the earthquake.

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Received a sweet letter yesterday afternoon from John's brother. Regarding my father-in-law, the basic sentiment was expressed to me along the lines of Don't Worry, He's Like That To Everybody. :-)

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Oh, almost forgot.

I discovered a cool weird thing late last night when I had gone to bed.

I've been using Breathe Right strips, but previously I had been standing in the well-lit bathroom, opening the little paper packet, and leaning up to the mirror to get the strip properly placed across my nose.

But last night, I put one on after I'd gone to bed in the pitch-dark bedroom.

Get a load of this: The adhesive in the paper packet that you take the Breathe Right strip out of? It's phosphorescent!

Remember how WintOGreen Lifesavers look when you crunch em in the dark? The Breathe Right strip package does the same thing.

I'm sure you're thrilled.

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Sorry not a long post today.

But at least you know I am not under the water.

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See ya next time. :-)

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