Here is how the interplanetary family spent the approximately 30 seconds of yesterday's 5.4 magnitude quake:
Me: watching the TVs on the newsroom walls shake; thinking whether getting under the desk was stupid or not; watching editors scurry around and clamping my hand over my mouth to stop from shouting, "STOP THE PRESSES!" Oh, and PLURKING (of course).
Wonderhubby: Working closer to the epicenter than me, therefore getting more of a jolt. Calmly answered the phone 30 minutes later when our cell carrier finally came back to life.
Drummer Man: At work; called his mother immediately (good boy!) on a land line to see if we were all ok.
Drama King: Immediately instant-messaged his mother: "Did you feel that?" Answer: uh, duh!!
Z-man: Exact situation unknown. Was presumed buried under the mass of crap that has collected on his bedroom floor since he returned from college two months ago. Resurfaced later in the day at the home of a friend, much to everyone's surprise.
J-bear: Cowering. She has a deathly fear of earthquakes, which was among the reasons she moved out of her mother's house (bad earthquake there) and into ours ... on the 10th anniversary of the Northridge quake.
The Roo-girl: In summer school. Didn't even realize it was an earthquake until after, even though they made them evacuate the classroom and go outside for about 10 minutes. She thought it was her hyperactive teacher jumping around. *snort*
Oh, and I was the good daughter. I called my parents to make sure they were OK. They didn't answer the phone because ...
My dad: Was slamming and reslamming the front door because it wouldn't close -- thereby missing the whole shebang.
My mom: Was pole dancing with her buddies.
Give a whole new meaning to the question "Did the earth move?"