The Mrs., who loves me and knows me all too well after more than 20 years together, put a box with this and this under the tree for me. I am now ready for your basic zombiepocalypse, Obsidian blackout, or sudden change in the laws of physics.
Not to mention clearing out shrubbery and those annoying maple saplings that pop up by the compressors for the A/C every spring.
Here’s hoping you got something really useful for your gift-giving holiday of choice, and that you have a happy and healthy 2009, and that no one tries to eat your brain.
I flew out to cold, rainy Southern California yesterday, and got in late tonight, very glad to be back here in Chicago, where it’s sunny and warm.
Well, it’s dark and warm, because it’s the middle of the night. I was going to say that I’m so tired that I feel like a zombie, but then I took the “What Are Your Chances of Surviving a Zombie Apocalypse?” survey. The unfortunate result:
Somehow, the whole “zombie” reference doesn’t seem so damn funny anymore. Click the badge above to take the survey yourself. Thanks to Sex Scenes at Starbucks for pointing me to it.