Zombie Mom

Well folks, I hate to say it, but I've been sick for the last four days.  I guess all that bushwhacking wore me down.  My body couldn't handle an attack from some itty bitty bacteria and I fell apart.  The good news is, I went to the doctor and got a good dose of powerful antibiotics.  The bad news is that I look like...well, I won't say what I look like, but it isn't good.

My son saw me in my decrepid state.  "Mama," he said.  "What's wrong?  Your eyes are black."

"Really?"  Last time I checked they were blue with some red bloodshot veins popping through.

"Yeah.  You look like a zombie."

I looked in the mirror.  There were dark circles under my eyes.  Maybe that's what he was talking about. I had to chuckle at his comment, though.  "Bubba, I don't look like a zombie.  I look like a vampire!"

My son considered that.  "No.  You look like a vampire zombie."

All right then. 

So, ladies and gentlemen, if you see me running down the highway, acting kind of strange, the best advice I can give you, is to get away as fast as you can!  There's no telling what I might do.