Stop Shaking the Yella!

On our last day in San Diego, when we were headed on to the hills, Ryan was outside working on the RV getting everything situated before we left and I guess taking pictures, while I was inside the RV sitting on the couch diligently focused on getting the blog up...the RV started rocking back and forth, I was so focused on writing on my laptop, I kept swaying side to side, back and forth for a couple seconds, then I was like, "What the heck is Ryan doing out there? " I yelled, "RYAN, stop shaking the RV, please...RYAN, stop shaking the RV!" I put my laptop down, hopped out the door and yelled to Ry, "Ryan, why do you keep shaking the RV, I am trying to finish the blog!". He was like, "Lacey, it's not me, that was just an earthquake. ". I surprisingly responded, "What!?! No way!!!! That is too funny. I thought you were making sure the scoots were on the trailer okay and testing the shocks or something". I kept thinking why he would be doing that. I guess most people would who would be in California would know when your RV starts shaking that its an earthquake, but not this Florida girl. I have never experienced anything like it. I would like to say I was scared or startled or have some kind of reaction to it, but the truth is, I didn't even know it was one. So, I guess for me, my first earthquake was pretty painless but definitely memorable.