Ok, I tackled zombies the other day. Or at least touched on them.  So today I’m going to go all out and say it.  It’s time to prepare for the zombie invasion.

I’m not ashamed to say my husband has been stocking up for the zombie invasion for a while now.  We have a pantry filled with dry goods, canned goods, and bottled water (in glass, not plastic).  We've stocked up on blankets, solar powered lights and batteries, and primitive hand tools.  My son has a mini arsenal of air powered weapons designed to stun if not kill, and there are two sets of stairs just waiting to be taken out to stop the forward advance of said zombies from reaching the main house.

Basically we’re almost ready.

My husband reminded me just today of how we are sadly under-stocked on medical supplies, and we need to call my mother to get her to “borrow” some things from the hospital. 

Too bad my mother retired a year ago…oh, and she would never steal supplies from the hospital, by the way.  She has been known to accept donations, however. 

When I was a kid, my mother used to bring home the coolest things.  We had a drawer filled with scalpels, tourniquets, scissors, and even a cauterizing tool—all things that were being retired after years of service.  Mom did an entire wallpapering project using a scalpel rather than an X-acto knife.  I remember that room, and it was the better for it.  She used the tourniquets to open jars, and lit candles using the cauterizing tool.  A strange extravagance, I’m sure…but to me it was as normal as using toilet paper and scotch tape as Band-Aids.   I’m pretty sure she still has that drawer of surgical tools, and if I can snag a few things next time I’m there, I’m sure we can build our own MASH style medical unit in case of the zombie attack. 

Someone even suggested using tourniquets as part of a slingshot. I picked up some antlers at an antique shop that might do the trick for the sides.   We could take out zombies then open a jar of spaghetti sauce to celebrate!

Just remember, I won’t be the one cooking if I reach the challenge my husband set out for me.  I just have to get 1000 Twitter and 300 blog followers and I never have to cook again.  Not even in the event of a zombie invasion.  And let no one say I don’t at least try to rise to a challenge, if you get my drift.  I mean, just today I was challenged to put the word tourniquet into my blog, and  I think I even said it more than once!

Until the next time…I’ll be waiting for the flesh eating zombies to come knocking at my door!