Saturday, May 30, 2015
I have shared before that I work for a great bunch of doctors. One of our residents is ready to leave the nest in June. Every year we give a huge party to celebrate their achievement. We also plan some sort of silly entertainment that is performed and filmed prior to the party.
This year the nurses came up with the idea of a Zombie Clinic full
of zombie doctors, zombie nurses, and zombie patients. So late one afternoon after clinic hours, we all had to don shredded scrubs and clothes and apply tons of zombie make-up. Everyone was laughing so hard, it was difficult to look scary for the camera. It was so much fun, and we will all look forward to our newest doctor viewing it at the party.
When it was finally time to go home, I tried to get off some of the black make-up around my eyes, but I didn't bother with the white base paint. When I pulled up at home, I tried to do my best Walking Dead lurch coming in the front door. Sam laughed and helped me carry in all the stuff in my arms. Soon I was sitting in his lap and enjoying my beer. Sometimes lap-sitting can lead to other things. We were cuddling and I started to tease him. Sam's usual response to teasing is to start with some well-aimed shots on my backside. When that started to sting, I jumped up and said, "I am a zombie! You can't spank me." Then I raced down the hall to the bedroom.
Sam obviously doesn't know that zombies can eat you. He was right on my trail. I think he sort of took it as a challenge. We wrestled on the floor laughing so hard, and soon I was upended and the shredded jeans were off. Sam also does not know that zombies are white all over, because they are dead. You can't spank a Zombie!!
And yet this tale ends with the tail end of a zombie turning bright pink. This proves that zombies do have a circulatory system. And it also proves that Sam can handle himself during a zombie attack. I think I need a shower.