Every morning when I wake up I peek outside the window in my bedroom and listen for the distant moan of zombies.  I cock my head discerning if that is the wail of the living dead I hear on the wind or just another cat in heat.  Today like every other day there was no sign of zombies.

I realize living in one of the more populated cities that I may not make it out alive when the zombies do attack, thus I am ever alert.  If I need to grab a pipe on my way out the door and start bashing them about the head I want to know about it as soon as possible.

Today’s lack of zombies really did bring about disappointment.   Between the terrible play of KU last night, sure they won, but they barely deserved it adn were just embarrassing and all the bullshit of day to day life I was ready to beat in some zombie brains Shaun of Dead style.

The only thing that sort of saved the day is that my beret arrived.  Check it out.  I am so French: