What a Weekend.

Ladies, let me first take a huge gulp of this fabulous Amarone Valpolicella vino I have in front of me, because this has been the weekend of all weekends, and I so deserve this sip. So Saturday morning, we were awoken at 5:30am by 7.0 earthquake that hit 50 miles off the coast of Okinawa. Not fun. I swear the house shook for about 30 seconds (2x as long as the news outlets reported) and it felt like forever. We were put on tsunami watch for the rest of the morning given we are on an island with the Pacific Ocean on one side and the East China Sea on the other. Luckily everything here is built out of concrete and little damage was really done -- we are LUCKY. & the tsunami that "hit" was measured at 1 cm, or so one media source said, though since we just discussed how accurate they were in the length of time the quake lasted, I am at a crossroads as to what to believe about that.

Blowing bubbles on the deck out back before the tsunami warnings started. Aaaah to be a kid!

Anyway.

*hair toss*

Then the earthquake in Chile strikes and we were put on tsunami warning today. Hubs and I live in a house across the street from the ocean and thus we were in the evacuation zone. The fact that we are here as a result of our employment by the government, we were required to evacuate until given an all-clear. & so we have been out and about all day - shopping, eating, and driving in highly elevated areas. We were given the all-clear at a little after 5pm and I can't tell you how exhausted we are. First, if I had spent the day out like that, I would normally be kaput by the time I got home. But since this trek was done under the guise that my house and belongings could literally be covered in water by the time I was allowed back, I was stressed. Even if we knew that more than likely the tsunami would be minimal, we still worry. We are worriers. Y'all know what a stresser I am about what I buy from J.Crew so you have to know how I felt about all this.

* Takes another big swig from the wine glass *

There go Little Man's bubbles -- over dead palm branches from a recent storm.

Well, I'll leave it at that. Our weekend was a stressful one, for sure. But I took some very cute pics of my Little Guy playing bubbles and having a nice Sunday morning (before the tsunami warning was issued). It's fabilis to be a kid, isn't it? To not have to worry about whether some huge wave is going to come crashing down on you and to just be outside blowing bubbles. Lordy, I miss those days.