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posted on May, 8 2014 @ 09:25 AM
I live with a Zombie wife!
Yup every morning my Zombie wife exits our bedroom, hair mussed, robe askew, wearing her traditional Zombie fuzzy pink bunny slippers.
Performing the classic Zombie shuffle she'll come down the hall and into the living room, greeting me and our daughters in that typical Zombie
way.
“Urguuuugggg”
Mindlessly in her Zombisc way, she'll shamble into the kitchen and pour herself a cup of coffee. Taking a sip she'll expresses her Zombie
pleasure.
“Urguuuugggg”
Filled cup in hand, the Zombie wife returns to the living room, snatching away the TV remote from her daughter.
“Urguuuugggg”
She'll turn off the girls cartoons and put on the morning news with that self-satisfied Zombie dissonance.
“Urguuuugggg”
Now is the most dangerous time of day to live with a Zombie. Make a sudden move, say the wrong thing, do anything that draws the Zombies attention to
you and she'll bite your head off!
“Urguuuugggg”
Turns out coffee is the preferred method for the undead to mix and mingle with us, the living.
“Urguuuugggg”
Somehow it changes them, transforms them, disguises them to look like one of us!
“Urguuuugggg”
By the time she's had her second cup her heart will beat again.
“Urguuuugggg”
As she nurses a third, color will return to her face and her eyes begin to show signs of intelligent cognition.
“Urguuuugggg”
Slowly, sip by sip, the Zombie wife transmutes into this vaguely human entity.
“Urguuuugggg”
Usually it's at this point that the Zombie wife becomes aware of her surroundings, where she is, what's she's doing. She will turn to see her
husband and girls huddled together at the far, far, far end of the sofa, warily watching her for signs of aggressiveness,
“Knock it off you guys... You know I'm not a morning person!”
To which the three of us will reply in unison.
“Urguuuugggg”