Cupcake, Interuppted

Now that the great DC Rumble of 2011 has passed with everyone and nearly everything unharmed, we can joke when reliving what was the Shake, Rattle + Roll Call on Capitol Hill.

The photo above is how I found my desk this morning, courtesy not of Mother Nature but, my co-workers. Jokesters. We laugh now, but in Washington, the first fear after a sudden shake-boom is not an earthquake but, sadly, a bomb. When sitting at your desk felt like riding the Gravitron (points for 1980s county fair people if you get that reference!) and when tourists start pouring out of the Capitol, even before the alarms sound to evacuate, it's sort of no joke.

It's scary. And I admit, for a few minutes, I was nervous. Til we could take cover in a bar...

Our building was off limits for the rest of the day. I couldn't even get my car out of the garage til early evening. So, I hung out with other stranded friends...

'til I could fight the traffic back to the 'burbs with the rest of the survivors.

I should mention that just before the Earth moved I was about to go all Katie Holmes and eat a bite or two of a Sprinkles cupcake. Not to make this about me (bloggers would NEVER do that - hee!) but I do have to wonder...was that just God's way of saying, "Step away from the buttercream"?  

We'll never know....because when I made it back into the office today, I discovered the treats had been tainted by a mystery sampler...

Cupquakes...left only as rubble.