I'm holing up, not fighting back.

This is why I have post-zombie-apocalypse dibs on the local Super Wal-Mart. All your post-apocalyptic survival needs in one place! Plastic-wrapped water and food that will never rot? Check. Guns, ammo, and large knives? Check. Medicine? Got it. Fire pits for burning the remains of the unfortunate dead? Got 'em. The ingredients for crude homemade bombs? Right here! Condoms? Got 'em. (The movies have taught us that, post-apocalypse, there will be at least one sexy horny motherfucker walking around half-naked looking for something, which I'll have because I'm in Wal-Mart.) And at some point, probably very soon and for the rest of our short brutal lives, we'll need alcohol, and we'll have it! Because being as this is the South, alcohol and guns are both sold in your friendly local Super Wal-Mart! Zombies? Bring it. Clean-up on Aisle Three, motherfucker!

I thought I came to driving late! I took lessons in high school, but my test date was scheduled the same day as one of my A-Levels, and there was no way to reschedule before I left the country. And then I didn't need to drive until years after I graduated university, at which point I had to start again from scratch--automatics, other side of the road, etc.

I had a lot of subconscious anxiety, but it petered out fairly quickly--as long as I was driving alone. It was forever before I could drive properly with someone else in the car.

However, I've only driven licensed in the US and Canada. I refuse to drive in Jamaica. I can barely remember what side of the road to be on. That would totally mess me up.

Also, the other drivers are insane. I don't want to venture down that path.

My place is actually pretty secure from zombies. If I ever sell, I'm totally putting that in the listing. 3rd floor, brick building, with a balcony for scouting or dropping things onto zombies below. And I have enough canned goods that I could go to ground for quite a while. (I think I mentioned before that I have a really oversized kitchen for how much actual cooking I do, so...)

Zenkitty has made me realize I definitely need to restock the bar, though. A couple bottles of wine won't last long.

Of course, one of them will have been responsible somehow

Hee.

I have a valid license, but I haven't driven in at least five years.

I just had 2 slices of pizza (frozen pizza, but still pizza)

Totino's Party Pizza?

A Tombstone "light" (which we buy simply because it's loaded with veggies, not because of any vaunted "light" status). Which I don't like as much as the $1.25 Totino's. Because I am PURE CLASS.

And since The Boy is at a board meeting (who schedules these things on a Friday night?!?), I think I'm going to take a nap.

Rollercoasters...Spinny rides....

Rails are so limiting.

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Happy Birthday Glam!

I got my license at 27. Drove a little bit that year and never again.

While I still had my learners, I drove my mother and I into a deep ditch--I missed the turn to my brother's driveway, was being tailgated, and was too freaked out about freaking out my mother to ask her what to do. So I missed the turn into the next driveway and ended up in a ditch with the car on its side. I drove after that, but now whenever I think about driving, I get a little panicky.

I think it's really best to get your license and lots of practice when you're young and feel invincible.

I crashed a car at 16, but kept driving after that. Just not much after high school.

I think it's really best to get your license and lots of practice when you're young and feel invincible.

My BFF was terrified to learn to drive. Her boyfriend tried to teach her in a parking lot, and she was so panicky she stripped the gears on his car. She refused to learn until ten years later when she became a single mom and she pretty much had to. Even now, she's so proud of herself that she can not only drive, but perform minor repairs herself!

I just spent an hour carting dirt into a raised bed. Man, I am soft...am laying down to rest my back.