March 4, 2013

What Makes a Zombie Happy?

Graaahh... Mmmmrrrr... Braaaiinss...

These are typical zombie words. Little thought needed, focused. Zombies are wandering, mindless creatures, right? Not in my mom's house. In her house, Zombies make poetry. They make music and gourmet cuisine, too. Zombies have taken over the fridge, and they're not just using it to store body parts. The Zombies have become part of the family.

It all started with Mom's strange obsession. She's crazy about Zombies: books, movies, anything involving the living dead - she's there. Now, Sunday nights in her house involve snacks and The Walking Dead.

Last summer, I found a Magnetic Poetry kit (Zombie edition, of course) and thought it was the perfect gift for Mom. I was right. She couldn't wait to split apart the magnetic carnage and rotting flesh and arrange it on the front of her fridge. She even printed out the names of family and friends to include in the corpse-tales.



On her birthday last year, Mom opened the fridge to find this cake:


The zombies went all out for her birthday, too. They even left a few chocolate body parts as mementos, and stopped to arrange her a poem.


Soon, more magnetic poetry kits (Rock'N'Roll and Foodie editions) found their way to the fridge door, and made for some amusing combinations:


One left information for the organic-diet zombies:



Some came with words of warning, but as zombies are easily distracted, the warnings gave way to other matters:


Zombies have also demonstrated their fine culinary skills in our kitchen. Who doesn't love a good groupie-blood-chorizo?



And the most recent midnight find (because zombie poets only come out at midnight):


And there you have it folks. Zombie happiness is never having to say, you are almost prosciutto.

Can you beat the Zombies in their fine works of art?
Here's a random sampling of the words on the fridge:
(You can also use any of the words in the photos above.)

The
Salmon
In
Bar
Shotgun
Scream
On
Said
Her
Crowd
Live
His
House
Rip
Infect
Robust
And
Stumble
Pale
Bread
Soon
A
Metal
Smoke
Plum
Are
Outrun
Lemon
Artist
Leg
Zombie
Corpse
Apocalypse
Chick
Crank
Sauce
Kill
Like
Record
Which
From
Fire
Headshot
Warm
Earth
Spread
Drink
Brain
Explode
Pesto
Heavy
Guitar
Fast
Free
Come
Aroma
This
Are
Vegetable
Grotesque

Happy writ-- BRAINS...

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This is purely for entertainment. Zombie lovers unite.