Until Undeath Do Us Part, Part Whatever…

| Romantic | December 30, 2015

(We’re walking back from lunch and somehow zombies come up. I immediately think of “the question.”)

Me: “You know, babe, if you turned into a zombie, I’m not sure I could give up the instinct to need to make you dinner. I think I’d have to hunt you down some brains and serve them to you.”

Husband: “Please don’t do that. If I turn, please just put me out of my misery.”

Me: *pouting* “I thought you liked it when I made you dinner…”


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