I have a new phobia. Earthquakes.
I am not afraid of being killed by Ted's "heavy pieces of artwork" (which look like airplane parts) falling on my head from the top of our living room cup board or "the whole damn house falling on my ass" like Amy said. What worries me is that I am not sure if there will be enough time to put clothes on before running out of the collapsing house. That really doesn't let me sleep - I am either baking in a pajama or I am scared that I will end up naked on West Grand ave in the middle of night and catch cold.
Any suggestions from my fellow Californians on how the handle this dilemma?
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