Ken just came home for a few minutes. Target is evac'd until they clean up - lots of stuff is apparently on the floor. So, he'll be spending the next hour or so re-stacking the tampon boxes and vitamin bottles.
He says that the store shook hard too, so Garden Grove must be in a primo location for this one. Ugh.
From what we have found so far, we've lost the first Christmas present I gave to Ken - a ceramic eagle. And, some vintage collectibles took a spill inside one of the living room cabinets. It appears my 1960's Donald lost a foot.
Oy. I've been needing to dust anyway, so I suppose today's a good day. I hope nothing else is broken.
It's weird - the cats were making a mad scramble across the floor just prior to the initial shaking. I thought they were just chasing each other like they usually do. They made a mad dash for under the bed. Now, I'll probably freak whenever I hear claws scrambling.
Some "fun" things though - when I was standing in my office doorway, I was amused to see our Tiki dining room "come to life" - all the birds were swinging. Oh, and other amusing things - our cuckoo clock started itself up (we usually keep it off), and the Roomba just kept vacuuming the whole time, without a care in the world. If the roof had come down, at least the floor would have been clean!
