Monday, November 10, 2008


But I was fighting ZOMBIES at the time ...

I have vague recollections of kicking my husband the other night. Kicking him hard, and having him wake up and say, "Why did you kick me?"

I was only partially awake myself, and of course my reply was: "It wasn't you. I was fighting zombies."

Oh, yes. That absolutely explains and justifies the nighttime domestic abuse. *G*

Ha! Poor guy! Damn those zombies!
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