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Zombies In My Living Room? I Am Unfazed.

34 Derrick has traipsed off to get man supplies for a Zombie Killing Video Game Extravaganza. By which I mean he is at the grocery store buying snacks.

Our roof is almost completed. The bang BANG BANG of the hammer lulls my children to sleep each afternoon at nap time. It should be done tomorrow.
Right now everything is a construction zone. There's a fine mist of sawdust and Who Knows What all over the place. I have mopped the floor twice this week, and I'm turning into a crazy lady who follows people around with a broom and hisses, "SHOES OFF! SHOES OFF!"


Around four in the afternoon I got a little crazy. I was on the phone with Customer Service but I was being hit repeatedly in the leg with a cardboard sword.

Customer Service always gets me, you know? Plus, that sword really hurt. Plus, the sword wielder wasn't LISTENING...



So now you're judging me right? How can these two angels make me a little crazy? They're 100% kissable adorableness!

It's true, they are, but I would like to draw your attention to the small gun behind Shel's back.

So there.

Derrick came home and pried the broom from my fingers, and we all went to the park for a picnic dinner. The spring evening was what I needed, we sat by the creek and the boys threw pebbles into the chocolate brown water, I stared at the signatures carved in the silver eucalyptus and wondered if Julie + Eddie Forever are still together.

The sun was setting when we got home, and Sheldon was up to his ankles in mud from the creek water, but we said yes to bike rides in the driveway and chatted with our neighbors about roofs and ATVs.

The mosquitoes started to swarm and I hustled everyone inside, for baths and clean pajamas.

The sink has dirty dishes in it, and the dishwasher is full, and that makes me feel a little crazy, but I won't grab my broom and ride off on it just yet, because I still have sunshine coursing through my veins.


I feel refreshed, maybe tomorrow we will decorate eggs. Perhaps I will make a batch of cookies. Perhaps I will throw my broom out the window.

Now is the part where I wrap my thoughts up nicely and tell you that life is full of beauty, if you know where to look and how to see it. I will tell you this while the sound of zombies and gunshots resonate in my living room.

Isn't that always the case?

Note to self: chose beauty.


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