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.
Psychobabble 