I’ve been busy. So busy that I haven’t blogged for a month. And now I blog this…

As we are surfing the internet, looking at houses, reading blogs, etc.

Her:  I want to make soap.

Me:  What?

Her:  I saw a recipe online the other day, and I want to try it.

Me: Ok

Her:  When the zombie apocalypse finally comes I do want to be somewhat self-sufficient.

Me:  Um…

Her:  Well we’re going to need soap.  I mean who’s gonna work at the soap factories.  Not the zombies!

Me:  Well…

Her:  You’re just gonna let them get you aren’t you?

Me:  Yes, I am gonna sacrifice myself and then come after you.  Then I’ll bite you and we can be zombies together!

Her:  Why do you want to be a zombie?  That’s gross!

Me:  See, then we won’t need soap!  We won’t care about anything.

Her:  Then you won’t bite me because you won’t care if you’re with me.

Me:  Yes, because I love you!  I’ll always want to be with you because those feelings run deep!

Her:  No, if you’re a zombie everything from the neck down is dead.  The only thing working is the medulla oblongata.

Me:  My medulla oblongata will always love and recognize you!

Her:  No, jealousy, anger, and impulse controls are all that live in the medulla oblongata.

Me:  So if I have the impulse to kiss you right now that’s from the medulla oblongata?

Her:  No, that’s a choice.

So I bit her instead.