I love all of my followers and appreciate all of your comments. I try to read you all each day. However, at work, we have dinosaur computers that don't like when I open some of your blogs. Some make my 'puter crash. When I get home at night, I try to get caught up with as many of you as I can. Please understand sometimes that is nearly impossible, since all of you rock!
For my new followers I just don't want anyone to think I am the type of person to post and post and never comment. For my faithfuls, I appreciate your understanding and just know I try!
Last night, I was attacked by zombies. But don't worry, I am NOT a Zombie. Yes.. I am sure. It would have been evident by now. These weren't just normal slow moving moaning, leg dragging undead. These were fast zombies. They had VERY sharp piranha like teeth. They came from nowhere. No news warnings or anything. Just BOOM! there they were. When they bit the people, those unlucky souls IMMEDIATELY transformed into these unholy wraiths. There was no waiting like in the movies. If they got into our house, the government instructed that we do NOT shoot or kill these freeking banshees. WTF?!?! We had to lock them in a room and keep away from them.
There were a bunch of kids outside. Knocking politely on the door At first we were not going to let them in the house. Then we saw that they we not infected and opened the door. They were selling lotion. The animals did not seem to be affected. That is good because we have 4 of them.
Anyway, somehow one of the freekin undead got past our defenses nicked my face with his tooth just above my left upper lift. It was not enough to turn me into one of them. It was just enough to paralyze my left side upper lip. My husband said it looked like I had a stroke, but it actually turned it upwards into a permanent Elvis Presley sneer.
The preceding was an actual prophetic dream I had last night. I felt the need to warn you all!
I hope you have your Zombie Survival guide and your Zombie-proof bunkers ready.