Sometimes I think about zombies.
Sometimes I think about the zombie apocalypse.
Sometimes P and I discuss how we will survive the zombie apocalypse.
You call it crazy.
I call it planning ahead.
Considering we live near the mountains, that seems like the most logical place to go. Bunkering down in the house just ain’t gonna cut it.
P will finally stop complaining about all those cans of beans I have in the cupboard.
