Zombies

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Life no longer has meaning.
Daulton is terrified of zombies. Anna doesn't believe me, but I think he's serious. Several times, he has asked what we would do in the event of a zombie takeover.
George's nurse stopped in the office for a minute. She said she needed a break from breathing the air in George's apartment. She is trying to quit smoking and can no longer stand being around cigarette smoke.
My head hurts.
Camouflage Taz.
"How will we open the eyes of the dead,/When we are hollow?"
Kansas doesn't appear to be working out for Anna's parents. She has apparently been very uncooperative as well as rather jumpy. Instead, they are looking into getting a horse that has spent his life as a therapy animal.
Project 86 plays in Franklin this Friday.
Tomorrow, one of the flower girls from our wedding has a band concert. I think we're going to go. She's the same girl that Anna was giving trumpet lessons to this summer.
Today, Daisy tried to set a record for pooping.
The top of my left foot itches. Will someone scratch it for me?
I ate an entire batch of Pillsbury Orange Sweet Rolls for lunch.
Bobbie wanted $10 more in quarters today.
Bobbie also gave Daulton a bunch of popcorn (23 packs of a 24 pack box, to be precise).
Happy Columbus day.
Anna's evil grandmother went to the evening service at Brown's Corner last night, accompanied by the Majors from the Salvation Army. I didn't go because I had caught my death of a Broncos' game. Evil grandma decided that since she was gracing them with her presence, Anna and her father should of course specially prepare extra music for her own personal entertainment. Yeah, I'm proud to say that neither Anna or her father acquiesced to this request. Anna tells me that this made dear evil grandmother very angry. Huzzah.
Anna really wants to take some of the kids from that church to the zoo this Saturday. She says it's mostly just an excuse for her to go herself.
I feel really old. The reason I feel old is that I'm to the point where I no longer feel particularly shocked when I find out someone my age is having a baby. For the longest time, my first thought upon hearing baby news was "Uh oh, someone is in trouble." I guess I'm thinking about it because Saturday, at the coffeehouse churchy thing, Anna and I talked to two of Anna's friends, Chelsey and Erin, who are my age and are going to be/already are mothers. Maybe it's because I don't know them too well and have only heard about them from a distance? I know for a fact I would still be weirded out should any of my Calvin friends announce they have a bun in the oven.
My left butt cheek itches.
Chief can be an affectionate little bugger.
I might try to go to bed early and forget the events of the day.
People who read this blog (or maybe read it once and then promptly forgot it existed): Bob
Bob is a womanizer. He's also a White Sox fan. Obama is a Sox fan. I will always hold this against Bob. We call him Bobo. He lived across the hall from the infamous D10. Anna and I drove down to Florida for Sara's wedding, with Bob. We're talking about driving down there again this winter. Bob is essentially Quagmire from Family Guy (he denies it). Bob will probably never read this because he is too busy maintaining people's lawns and wooing women. We crashed at Bobo's parent's house the night before Jana and her incidental husband's wedding. Bob's family has cats. One cat is enormous and hates the world. Bob loves Howie. Bob has never met Chief. Bob was an usher at our wedding. He made funny faces while escorting male relatives down the aisle. Bob has a brother who looks and sounds exactly like him. When I see pictures of them on facebook, sometimes I don't know who I am seeing. Bob is nominally a Bears fan, preferring baseball to football, but he is very grateful for McDaniels' mishandling of Jay Cutler. Bob and Mike liked to say inappropriate things around the girls of D10. This got Bob and Mike yelled at a lot.