Ever since the Northridge quake in 94 I always have at least some boxer shorts on when I sleep. You never know when you’ve got to jump out of bed and run outside.
Well if a nighttime tornado nor something hits here resulting in me in my glory out in public, they’re just going to have to appreciate that because I’m a restless sleeper and detest getting my drawers in a twist from tossing and turning. I’m sure they’ll have seen worse.
Reason #989 to not live in California.
When I moved to California in '96 I set up a cache of earthquake supplies outside my house including change of clothes and some tyvek jumpsuits. I figured wandering about in my boxers after the midnight quake would get old. Inspired in part by optics of folks in Reseda standing around in PJs or sheets after Northridge '94.
My disaster cache for Arizona is mostly oriented towards shade, preventing dehydration, pulling cactus spines, and treating skin injury. Got some folding chairs because if you sit on the ground around here some tiny critter will try to sting you or eat you.
Me too. I always figure we will have a tornado or the house will catch on fire.
I’ve had quite a few bad dreams about that very thing, except in my case, it’s a tornado.
That is the reason I always wear something. You never know when you are going to have to suddenly take action for an unexpected event in the middle of the night.
Person must not have excessive parts that when you turn over pull or tear muscles, I’m still sore from the last tear. And I’m not fat, over gifted by God.