Happy Apocalypse!
Honestly, I can't make this stuff up.
I dreamed Thursday night that, while we slept, our cat was slowing eating The Husband and me.
At some point, I turned to The Husband and said, "We have to illustrate to the cat that he has to leave our arms. Otherwise, we can't feed him in the morning."
Okay.
Now that I'm awake, I can see a couple flaws in this.
One, hello, we didn't have to just lay there and let the cat chew away.
And two, clearly, if we were just going to lay there, he'd have plenty to eat and didn't need us to open his kibble.
So, if today truly is the end of days, I'll let the zombies take me first so y'all can have time to get away.
It's probably the best contribution I could make to help future mankind.
I dreamed Thursday night that, while we slept, our cat was slowing eating The Husband and me.
At some point, I turned to The Husband and said, "We have to illustrate to the cat that he has to leave our arms. Otherwise, we can't feed him in the morning."
Okay.
Now that I'm awake, I can see a couple flaws in this.
One, hello, we didn't have to just lay there and let the cat chew away.
And two, clearly, if we were just going to lay there, he'd have plenty to eat and didn't need us to open his kibble.
So, if today truly is the end of days, I'll let the zombies take me first so y'all can have time to get away.
It's probably the best contribution I could make to help future mankind.
4 comments:
There might be something to this whole thing. I called a friend in Australia, and there was no answer.
Spooky.
Your sacrifice would be in vain, at least when it comes to me. Running for blocks on end is just not something I can do. Bad knees, bad ankles. I'm zombie fodder for sure.
The Mommy said something about her being zombie fodder as well. She had a knee replacement this past winter and she is still gimping away. But don't worry about your kitties eating you. That's only a last resort.
Change of plan. A volcano went off instead. Only kidding floks....
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