Come on Don...It's your birthday. Wouldn't you like a quake you could remember next year and every year thereafter?

How about if I say...come on eardquake? Does that hit your funny bone? Sure its mine..

Gosh, you've really turned into a chicken since Loma Prieta. Well, I'll you, if you don't get an earthquake for your birthday, I'll cook something. I'll cook it up in my witches pot and make sure all of that frothy stuff rolls up and over the sides. It may not necessarily smell like anything you've eaten before, but I guarantee you'll love it. I better stop at the store tomorrow and get some eye of knewt for seasoning. Gosh, I love a good fire.

Petra

Petra