We Should Know Better than to Trust a Guy in a Van

So yesterday was the Rapture, according to some wacko fundamentalist Christian group. Maybe their world ended, but for the rest of us heathens out here, there was no cyanide-laced kool-aid ala Jim Jones. We just went about our day, expecting nothing in particular. We weren't scared or particularly worried. Personally, I watched the couple episodes of Nurse Jackie that I was behind on, made fajitas for supper, and played with my kiddos. Nothing spectacular. Except I did get to sleep until 9:30, thanks to my sweet, sweet husband paying off the older girls before he went to work for them to keep Zane and Nora busy until I got up. So maybe the world DID end, sometime before 9:30. Maybe we are all dead, and being dead is EXACTYLY THE SAME as being alive. What a disappointment. Either way.