Basically this consisted of me suddenly lunging at my husband at random times to test his ninja reflexes in fighting off a zombie attack. Turns out that there was never anyone more ill-equipped for zombies as my husband. I must have mock-eviscerated him at least a dozen times! C'MON! I practically sprung out of the womb ready for the apocalypse! I'm like the Chuck Norris of zombie killers and now I have to protect a man who practically advertises himself as an all-you-can-eat buffet. Sigh. Apparently I'm going through the apocalypse solo. Anyone want to enter my survival zombie-mpics? Try for the gold medal in zombie survival? Remember, it's just one bite and you're ooooooouuuuutttttt! [say "out" like you're an umpire and it's twice as fun. Especially because it makes me think of zombies playing baseball. The Flesh-eating Padres get a home run! Mostly because the Zombie Dodgers are too busy trying to eat the crowd. Next up are the Boston Dead Sox versus the Reanimated Yankees! Now buy me some peanuts and crackerjacks damnit!]
Pssssstttt..... wanna know a secret? I'm incapable of hearing the words "absolutely nothing" without wanting to yell out "SAY IT AGAIN!!" Thanks to Rush Hour, I often think about Jackie Chan while doing it. Now, there's a man I'd like to test in my survival zombie-mpics. But I reckon jumping out randomly at Jackie Chan would just get me a kick to the face. However, wouldn't that make a good story? I got kicked in the face by Jackie Chan! Now there's an ice breaker.
Anyway, onto the mail!
Look at the detail on Sukie's vintage envelope above. Sukie thinks it's from the 50's. Isn't it exquisite? Love it. The typewritten address adds just that extra touch, don't you think?
Check out these awesome arrows that Patty made for me. Aren't they neat-o?!! Definitely velociraptor-iffic! Love them!
And that's all folks. I'm off to award the gold medal in the 100-metre-dash-after-stealing-a-Leprechauns-gold event. Take care and stay awesome.