Update from brother who lives in La Habra: The German shepherd and the 5 year old didn't sleep at all. The three small dogs got over the earthquakes quickly. The chickens and goats didn't seem to care about the earthquake and continued to chicken and goat like their usual selves.
I am fine with blood and guts and most things involved with injury but seeing stitches on me or on anyone else still makes me nauseas or at least gives me the heebie-jeebies. Give me a busted tooth any day.
Made it through another surgery in my quest to have the body of the 6 Million Dollar Man by the time I'm 40. This time skin cancer. Didn't even rank in top 5 surgeries, I just had to give my pound of flesh in exchange for a cool scar I can tell everyone I got back in 'Nam.
So far my ebay items have gone to gay dads for their sons, a mexican band needing a poker table for their bus, a divorcee wanting to make chicken like her mom did (on a Foreman grill) for her son, and an alcoholic needing a margarita machine. You know what this means people?