First- Yes, I live. I know. I know. I became a Girl Scout leader. It sucked up all my time (just ask Spouse). And yes, the irony of ME being in charge of the education of kids is not lost on me.
Today, I had a conversation with C. It was long, so I'll cut out the boring stuff (you're welcome...). It started with her telling me she plans to start getting all prepared for the zombie apocalypse. I pointed out how woefully unprepared her plan is. It went something like this:
know, you have to have a survival plan in place for the family, too.
Like, who do you sacrifice first so the rest of you can make a clean
escape from a zombie horde?