It appears that Lucifer was hard at work on my blog over the weekend.
He must have been angered by all the bunnies, eggs, and joyful pastels.
Katie from Words for Worms kindly informed me that my blog required a much-needed exorcism.
The power of Christ compels you!
Thanks for fighting the good fight, Katie! (as opposed to putting devil horns on my head, cuz I know you’d never do that to me.) I owe you one.
This is it, you guys.
And I am sooo ready.
My car is packed (and not just because I am heading to my folks’ for the holidays….that is, if they ever end up taking place). I filled up my gas tank this morning. And I totally have my Katniss boots on.
I sincerely hope minimal amounts of blood find its way to my boots, or there will be hell to pay. Pun intended.
I am prepared to do whatever it takes to survive this thing. Even if I have to dump half-decomposed zombie guts on myself and do the undead shuffle. Even if I have to sock Lucifer himself in the mouth. Smite that, motherfucker.
It’s like my whole life has been preparing me for this day.
Maybe I should put on my wedding dress (which means I FOUND ONE! Squee!) so that I’m guaranteed it’ll at least get a few hours worth of wear.
Good luck out there, everyone. Only our wits and stockpiles of Twinkies will save us now.
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