bliteotw 2009

Today started off bad - I mean I was so damned tired that when I heard the scratching at the door I actually opened it and almost let the freaking thing in. I forgot that the cat was eaten last night. I mean it's not that bad over here yet, there are only a couple of the damned things shambling about the neighborhood. Apparently the old cliche about dead mobsters in cornfield isn't that far fetched after all. Wife got mad because I saw my father-in-law limping up the street and I started taking aim. "What?" I whined. "He's walking like one of the damned things I mean he could have been bitten while he was checking on the chickens." She just smacked me and told me to stop being a dumbass. For the record he was still human. Which I guess is good it'd really fuck the kids up seeing me shoot grampa.