I live in a small beach town that has no traffic lights, and lucky enough to have panoramic views of the Pacific Ocean whenever I feel like it.

Today, I was in the kitchen making the stuffing for egg rolls when there was a tremendous roar outside. Didn't see anything out of the kitchen window which faces north. mr. vagabond was sitting in the breakfast nook on the west side and said 2 fighters just blasted by going south hugging the coastline. Said they were F18s, but then sometimes he can't tell a Chevy from a GMC so who knows what they were. The whole house shook.

And that's my exciting event for the day.