Sheepish

In the dark of the night with tsunami sirens blaring, and the wave from the largest Japanese earthquake EVER recorded racing toward us across the ocean, we suddenly decided that our cargo of very important little boys was not nearly far enough above sea level.

Even though we were in a designated sheltering area; a cow field of cars full of people who felt perfectly comfortable with the situation (there were grills smoking and ukeleles playing), clearly these people had become jaded by too many false alarms, and didn't understand that they were about to get REALLY wet, right?

So Rosie turned her skinny bald tires uphill, and we slid, revved and smoked our way up to higher ground.

In the bright light of day, with no sign of tsunami devastation, and completely unable to get ourselves down off of our perch, we felt slightly sheepish about our 3:00 am decision making skills.