How to Survive a Zombie Attack

So, after nearly 5 months of marriage (woot woot), the differences between Bobby and I are starting to show. For example, I'd like to think of myself as an "adapter"... if something changes in my environment, I don't complain--I simply adopt new habits that align with my new environment. For example, if the floor is littered with dirty laundry (read: I use the entire floor of our apartment as my own personal laundry hamper), I simply step OVER the clothes. You see, simple! Believe you me... I know which piles are clean and which are dirty... I think.

Bobby is a what I like to call, a "problem solver." You see, when a problem presents itself, he actually seeks an answer---a concept which is entirely foreign to me. For example, whenever something breaks, he actually fixes it. Weird, right? Until recently, I didn't know things could be fixed. My way of "fixing" an appliance was buy buying a new one. But hey, different strokes for different folks... amiright?

This is where zombies come in.

We are watching the new AMC show "The Walking Dead,"... You know, the show about a man waking up from a coma and finding a Zombie Apocalypse had occurred.

Bobby would be like the show's protagonist, Rick Grimes, who single handedly (mostly) fends off zombies in the search to find his wife and son. He also searches for a "cure" to zombiedom (besides a good ol' brain bashin').

Should I ever wake up in a Zombie Apocalypse, I would immediately lay down and and hope to get bit/eaten/become a zombie. You see? I would adapt my new surroundings.

I mean, being a zombie wouldn't be so bad, would it? The zombies I see don't seem too depressed... nor happy... They are "comfortably numb."... And I'm always in a continual search for food anyway... and after all, when in Rome....