Not To Be Trusted With Knives

VACATION!

August 4, 2012 by Beth

As you read this, I’m somewhere between New Westminster and a field full of zombies. You see, I’m writing today’s blog posting yesterday – er, well, what will be yesterday by the time you read this – and it will be – er, has been –  automagically posted by the magic of the Internets while I am driving down to Onalaska, WA. I figured I should schedule something to post because I won’t have had time to write something before we left, as we left early in the a.m. to try to beat the long weekend border traffic ((Fingers crossed that we made it!)) and then I don’t know how long we’ll be staying at the Apocalypse Party after the zombie race and therefore I don’t know what time we’ll be getting into our hotel in Portland and don’t want to have to write a posting this evening after all the driving and being chased by a zombie horde ((Ha! As I was just proofreading this posting, I noticed that I’d written “zombie horders” instead of “zombie hordes.” Which (a) isn’t even the right spelling of “hoarders” and (b) omg, zombies hoarders would be the worst. I mean, what would zombies hoard, anyway? Brains? Or wait, it could be people who collect lots of zombies, like [SPOILER ALERT] that old guy in the Walking Dead was doing that in the barn.)) just to keep up with my August Challenge. Don’t worry, I’ll be blogging about being chased by hordes of zombies for sure, I just don’t want to have to do so tonight, since I’m sure we’ll have many exciting things to do upon our arrival in Portlandia.

In related news, I finally got around to buying a bistro set for my balcony, so I wrote this posting sitting here:

And enjoying this view:

Note: the picture doesn’t really do it justice.

Also, I bought a new camera, so I expect I’ll be posting more pictures than I have been lately. Like pictures of me being eaten by zombies. Incidentally, I’m in the 2 pm PDT wave of the zombie race, so wish me luck that I’m fast and agile – or at least that zombies eat people other than me!

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