Greg's new hobby
One day last week I was so exhausted after work that I took a nap.
I wake up to my name being called. The world is very, very blurry at this point. And Greg's saying: "Quick, Jen! Get up! Get up!"
He sounds as excited as a little kid who wants his parents to get up so they can open presents.
"The zombies are here, Jen! You gotta get up!"
I kind of lurch up, my vision swimming about. "Wha?"
"Jen, get up the zombies are here!" Pacing back and forth at the foot of my bed.
"Notheyrenot."
"Yeah! Yeah, c'mon! Let's go!" Opening the closet where our hobby weapons collection is locked up until we get suitable decorative cabinets. He's grinning like an idiot.
"F@#$ off."
So that was fun. When I woke up a little more I told him not to do that again unless it was the real deal.
I wake up to my name being called. The world is very, very blurry at this point. And Greg's saying: "Quick, Jen! Get up! Get up!"
He sounds as excited as a little kid who wants his parents to get up so they can open presents.
"The zombies are here, Jen! You gotta get up!"
I kind of lurch up, my vision swimming about. "Wha?"
"Jen, get up the zombies are here!" Pacing back and forth at the foot of my bed.
"Notheyrenot."
"Yeah! Yeah, c'mon! Let's go!" Opening the closet where our hobby weapons collection is locked up until we get suitable decorative cabinets. He's grinning like an idiot.
"F@#$ off."
So that was fun. When I woke up a little more I told him not to do that again unless it was the real deal.