Zombies
Today, on our walk, my husband gave a
heavy sigh and said, “Well. This is about the least amount of fun you could
have while still having fun.” That made me laugh. A few steps on, he put his
blistered, rashy, disgusting arms out in front of him, lolled his head to one
side and started walking down the street making zombie noises. I followed in
kind, except my arms looked pretty. We did our Walking Dead act past a few
houses until our neighbor’s dog went ballistic, charged the fence and scared
the hell out of us. We jumped and clutched each other, laughing. My husband
said, “Wow. That dog really doesn’t like zombies.”
We might have had a little more fun than
the least amount.
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