So last night we had an earthquake... oh dear me.

I am sometimes convinced that Husband is actually a 65 year old woman trapped in the body of a 30-something man. This makes him great in case of "oh dear, it looks like I've fallen and I can't get up" type situations... bad in the sense that, you know, it's a 65 year old woman you're dealing with.

Perhaps I'm over reacting a little bit, being that I recently re-watched the old Kate Hudson movie Skeleton Key where (spoiler alert for those who think they are still trying to get around to actually seeing it FIVE YEARS LATER) the lady IS actulaly a sixty-five year old man trapped in some body or something.

But I have evidence. Take for instance the two cars that we own, both were picked out by husband, both are his babies, and both I most often see driven around town by 65 year old women and their friends.

And last night we had an earthquake (yep we did) and Husband actually could be heard saying "Oh dear."

Oh dear me the house is shaking.

I jumped up and started yelping around the house going "someone is trying to break in, oh my God someone is trying to break in."

So I'm a paranoid schizophrenic trapped in the body of... me.