I. HATE. ZOMBIES.

I am utterly, terribly, horribly afraid of them. I have nightmares, and freak out at the very word. I keep an sledgehammer/axe, machete, and bat by my front door out of fear of a day when zombies rise up (I wish I were joking about that. I may have a problem…)

So it’s going to take a lot of courage for me to go to the March of the Zombies fashion show at Bender’s Tavern Saturday.

But brave it I shall, because I need to learn to be tougher and face my fears.

Gah! I can’t write any more about zombies without getting freaked out. OK, just click the clicky picture for the details instead. I’ve gotta go shiver in a corner for awhile.