Preaching to the choir (that doesn't know how to sing)

01/08/2008

Well, things haven’t gotten horrendously bad yet...and I do mean Yet. I managed to get hold of my parents who were at work when all of this fiasco started. Knowing that they would think that I was either high or had lost my mind if I tried to tell them the zombie apocalypse had finally come, I decided to use much more conventional methods to get them home. I told them that my pregnant sister had gone into labor and I didn’t know what to do. (Sometimes I can be so clever ;) ) Anyways it was about 45 minutes until my immediate family was home so I had time to figure out a way to tell them what the hell was going on. Knowing my superior logic would most likely fail me in a situation such as this I decided to use a universal medium to convey my message...the News. Corny I know, but my parents can be rather dense when it comes to thinking outside the box, and this situation just blew the box to shit. When my family arrived home Brandon had to keep my dad from kicking my ass because of all the damage we had done to the house by boarding up the windows and doors. After quite a few choice words were said I eventually got them all to sit down and watch the news. Apparently things had gotten quite a bit worse since I had last checked and my message was well conveyed in about 30 seconds. With my mom hyperventilating in the corner and my dad loading his shotgun and my sister and her boyfriend trying not to freak out, Brandon and I laid out the battle plan.....