Ask anyone, my obsession with zombies is ridiculous, borderline obsessive. Now should there be a real zombie apocalypse, I may just eat my words. I'm rubbing off on the kids I think, which is either really good or really bad. My brother AND his shoes think I'm nuts, and they're probably right. Timmy's Shoes joined us for zombie night. Yeah, we turned out all the lights, busted out some glow sticks and played in the dark, after Timmy's Shoes squished my zombie slippers. Below are the pictures from Zombie Night.
The next morning, we went out to play. Timmy's Shoes played with chalk. See the complaint he left on our sidewalk with the annoyed face? They're just like my brother.
B drew Timmy's Shoes a body.
They climbed a tree, the kids and I tried too and failed. I blame the slippery bark.
They hid from me with Cash.
They stole Cash's bike. The kids chased them and finally caught up. Timmy's Shoes are proving to be very mischievous.
Timmy's Shoes, we love you.
Until next Zombie Night!
Cheers.
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