Sigh. I just can’t keep up any more.
Space Monkey Pants would like to announce that Space Monkey Pants and Zombie Tuesday are on a break.
Space Monkey Pants takes this to mean that they can see other people.
Zombie Tuesday disagrees strongly with this policy.
Wackiness ensues!
Fig. 1: Example of proposed wackiness
Do you ever get the feeling the Zombie Tuesday is becoming a little redundant?
It’s like when you were a kid, and Mother’s Day or Father’s Day rolled around, and you asked your parents, “Why isn’t there a Kid’s Day?”… and then they said, “Everyday is Kid’s Day!”… and then you fell to the floor spasming, white froth at your mouth, chewing your own tongue to mash… and then they got the Thorazine… and then everything went grey and soft…
Well, now zombies are frickin’ everywhere. Everyday is Zombie Tuesday.
Where does that leave our poor little Zombie Tuesday posts?
Is it time to retire them? Reimagine them? Give Tuesdays to a lesser-known, hungrier-for-the-spotlight mascot?
What say you?
Well, Zombie Tuesday finally came and bit me on the ass.
Do we all remember the brief rundown on the pros and cons of our cats being zombies that I jauntily posted this past Zombie Tuesday? I thought I was so clever with my masterful photoshopping of our little boys into ravening ghouls, I awarded myself four cookies. And then I ate the cookies while doing a little dance. The dance was quite elaborate.
Well, later that night I was in the kitchen with My Lovely Wife. I was starting supper. She was checking through our mail. Suddenly, her head pops up, as if she has just remembered something, and then her arm swings out and whacks me on the shoulder.
My Lovely Wife: You jerk! You’re horrible!
Me: Ow.
My Lovely Wife: I can’t believe you did that to our boys!
Me: Ow. What? Oh… the zombie picture. Heeheehee! [Ed Note: Yes -- I actually giggled. Hell, I practically tittered.] Funny, eh!
My Lovely Wife: NO! It was horrible! Look at them! Look how sweet they are! Now all I can think of is their poor little zombie faces! That was horrible! You’re a jerk!
Me: Bu-
My Lovely Wife: Jerk!
And so I looked down at out two boys — who, as we were in the kitchen, were also in the kitchen in the vain hope that we might actually give them food.
And our two boys both looked at me.
And I thought about the picture.
And I felt really bad.
And I thought about the picture some more.
And then I giggled again.
And then I felt even worse.
And that’s how they week has gone. I’ll call the boys zombies and then I will giggle. Then they’ll look at me. And then I’ll crawl into a deep hole of shame.
Thanks, Zombie Tuesday. Thanks a lot.
