My beloved husband is out of town, sitting somewhere in Canada in a truck pulling a bottle of propane. He emails me this morning at 6:49am with the following:

I slept in the middle of a slide that was half a mile wide 1200 ft long and 450 ft deep. It completely obliterated a town. They tunneled a path through it for the Crows Nest Hwy.  It happened at 4am. Nice way to wake up!  Have a good day. Love ya.

My reply?

WHAT? Where were you?

I worried all morning until he finally sends me the following:

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hmm… maybe I should of told you it happened in 1903. Crows nest pass. The town was called Frank. Its not there anymore.

~faint~

When I finally got over it, I emailed him back:

Don’t you know it’s not April 1st yet? I have been worrying about you all morning!!! You got me!

To which he replied:

Here I got you and I wasn’t even trying!! Good thing you pray for me ’cause maybe that slide wouldn’t have missed me by 103 years. I could have parked to sleep in crows nest gulch and woke up underneath Crows Nest pass! Whew! That was close!! Thanks honey!

~faints again~

Tags: Dennis