Zombies have invaded the castle.

Maybe its the commercials for the Zombieland movie (which I saw by the way, two thumbs up!), the recent zombie vs. vampire article in the Dallas Morning News

or simply the fact that Halloween is coming up. But around here every day is ruled by the undead.

Yesterday I was showing Prince Christopher a Bugs Bunny cartoon on my computer.

After all it is my responsibility as a parent to educate my sons in the way of all things Bugs. They learn about about opera, cross dressing and are amazed that I know all of the lines.

After the cartoon, the website led us back to the home page where a new game awaited. Attack of the Tweety Zombies!

How could I resist. We clicked in.

It is the best game ever. Sylvester is in a graveyard and a zombie Tweey bird arises from the grave saying, “Sylvester!’ and “Brains!” Not in that high pitched speech impaired voice, but a creepy zombie growl. You are Sylvester and you have to jump on Tweety’s head to get rid of him. If Tweety gets you, no worries, you have nine lives.

I am playing it more then they are. Which actually isn’t hard since they can’t turn on the computer or TV until the weekends.

At dinner last night, all three boys, had a serious discussion on where we would go and hide if the zombies showed up. The attic was their best guess since supposedly zombies can’t climb. But after perusing Max Brooks’ book The Zombie Survival Guide: Complete Protection from the Living Dead

I learned that “No place is safe, only safer.”

I think I’ll tell the boys. Oh, wait, that may move up their need for therapy a few years.

Reign On!

Queen Linda