As I write this I am listening to the sickening shuffle and stomp of the zombies as they walk across the boards over my head.  They’ve stuffed me in the crawl space and locked the door.  Most of you were eaten before they caught up to me.  Since they like their…’meat’…fresh, they’re keeping me alive until they’re hungry again.  I may only have hours to live.

(psst.  this is the part where you send me Halloween candy and chocolate as condolences)

Okay…maybe not!  But it’s felt like a zombie fest around here!  Sickness, shuffling chickens about, incessant walking to and fro as I bang out plot points on my novel.  You’ll know it’s me, though, and not a zombie imposter about to claim you as their next victim by the clear proof I can offer in these pics and my very un-zombified memories of them!

Sweet little pancake pumpkins.  So cute, so chocolatey, so yummy to stuff in my mouth….okay, that’s starting to sound zombie-ish.  Movin’ right along!

Darling little pumpkin family.  See how the little one’s getting a shoulder ride?  And how cute they are in their acorn cup eyes?  I’ll bet when they grow up they’ll be–

Pirates!  Bully pirates!  Wait, that sounds like something zombies would think was cool.  Which begs the question…

If a zombie ate my brains, wouldn’t they have my memories, too?  So, how do you know I HAVEN’T been taken by the zombies???

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