Yes, we have been hit by a tsunami. What. A. Day.
It started out with me sleeping in because I was super tired from watching a netflix “Everest: Beyond the Limit” marathon and drinking copious amounts of wine. Then I couldn’t get the Everest (or wine) out of my head, so I didn’t really sleep. Then the phone rang, and rang, and rang. I kept not making it in time. I noticed on caller ID it was my Dad. Very confusing. My Dad and I get on great, but he doesn’t usually call randomly, or repeatedly. I staggered into the kitchen, where Jungledad had just finished feeding the girls their blueberry pancakes and was plating some for me (is he not AWESOME?).
Me: Why do you think my Dad keeps calling?
Jungledad: I think it has something to do with the massive tsunami headed for the island.
Me: Oh. Do you have the maple syrup?
Then all hell broke loose. My cellphone started freaking out. A Mom I haven’t hung out with in about a year texted me and asked if she and her daughter, and some friend of hers, and the friend’s children, could all crash at my house. Like, NOW. The tsunami was due within the hour, and I live high up on the volcano where the big wave can’t get me. The Mom who texted me doesn’t live in the evacuation zone, but she is foreign, and therefore excitable (stole that line from P.G. Wodehouse) and determined to seek as high a ground as possible. I looked down at my jammies, and my plate of pancakes, and my incredibly messy house and whined to my husband that I really didn’t want company right now. Jungledad (who is also foreign and occasionally excitable) wagged his finger at me and said, “You can’t turn people away in a tsunami!” Oh. Why did no one tell me this before?
So I texted back, and they came, and they were all females and all bossing Jungledad around. It was an estrogen tsunami of epic proportions. He sought shelter, but there was none to be found. Luckily, all was well in the end. The island dodged a bullet. The tsunami hit, but not at all hard. No one hurt, nothing broken. Lucky, lucky, lucky.
And tomorrow we leave to spend an entire week at the swankiest resort on the island, courtesy of Jungledad’s astro conference taking place there- WOOT! Please, please pray to whatever deity your on good terms with that no one will break into my house while I’m away and steal my saxophone, because then I would truly be out of instruments. And patience.
Peace out (from the joyously calm waters of the Central Pacific).