Plants Vs. Zombies

So we spent two solid months fighting over the computer so we could play Plants vs. Zombies.  No, really, we did. 

At first we were all nice to each other ... we would say things like, "No, really, there's no need to rush.  Just finish that level and I'll take a turn."  Then it turned into "Ok, as much fun as it is watching you play, my turn started 10 minutes ago." 

This is the "Help Menu."  I love Zombie humor [and spelling!]

Which eventually progressed to trying to trick each other so we could hog the computer.  We'd say things like "The trash needs to be taken out, and it's too heavy.  Could you do it?"  or my husband would pull "I ran you a nice, warm bath." 

Technically, the first picture is an alien plant [created by Ali], but tell me it doesn' look like a PeaShooter!  Another reason Ali's art is awesome!

When those tricks started to wear thin, all the niceties were gone and what was left was a barely contained grouchiness.  We'd snap at each other and say things like "It's your turn to feed the animals.  Get off the computer now ... no, leave the game on.  I'll water your plants for you."

Best Halloween costume I've seen yet!

It got to the point where we would leave the game running while we were at work just so we could earn a few coins.  Yeah, there's nothing pathetic about that, right?  Need even more proof of our nerdliness?  We took pictures of the music video and "notes" from the zombies on my cell phone so we could send them to each other at work for laughs.  Often times we'd look at each other and bust out singing "I like your tricycle" and start giggling madly. 

Then we beat the game AND all of the special missions.  *sighs sadly*  So for the last two months our little game has been left behind.  In an effort to rekindle those fun moments today, I sent the song to my husband's email at work.  *grins*

Yep.

Borrowed from here

Work Emails

We had a meeting last month and our supervisors reminded us that any emails we sent was equivalent to us speaking for the company, so we should not put anything in an email that we wouldn't want to see on the front page of a newspaper.  I'm never going to be important enough to be on the front page of a newspaper [unless I'm the first victim of a zombie attack, but I digress], so I've continued to send emails like normal.


Here's a shining example of my email correspondance:
From: Me
Sent: Wed, Jan 5, 2011 at 12:00 pm
To: Lori
Re:  XXX's lecture


Dear Lori,
This is the PowerPoint for xxx's lecture for tomorrow ... I won't be here to assist you, so you may want to bring the lecture on a flash drive :)
Me


From: Lori
Sent: Wed, Jan 5, 2001 at 12:31 pm
To: Me
Re: XXX's lecture


Ummm ..... I am very confused!! Are we having the meeting at <insert name of my employer here>?? No one ever officially got back to me about the availability.  Please clarify.  Thanks <Zombie Octopus>!  I hope you had a happy holiday!
Lori


From: Me
Sent: Wed, Jan 5, 2011 at 1:13 pm
To: Lori
Re: XXX lecture


So am I!  I have no idea where the meeting is ... I can't see the room scheduling calendar because I'm way too low on the totem pole and my voodoo spells aren't working [though I do now have a cramp in my left calf which may or may not be related to the voodoo spell attempt, but whatever].

No seriously, I really don't know if they booked you guys a room.  <Enter name of administrative assistant who earns almost as much as I do, even though I run two departments, here> is the queen of the room booking calendar.  I wonder if that title comes with a crown, or if she just gets a crummy "Calendar Queen" type sash.  Bet you it just comes with more work.  Bummer.


I always have a good holiday!  Especially since mine was filled with zombies and octopuses.  Don't be jealous.  Hope yours was filled with giggles and gifts [if you got any voodoo dolls for the holidays, I can totally teach you how they work - but only if you want a leg cramp spell activated.  Haven't read up on the "turn your boss/co-worker into a zombie" spell yet.  Will let you know when I've perfected that].
~Me
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Interestingly enough, there was no response to that last one.  Come to think of it, "Zombie Voodoo Spells at Work" would be a great title for a front page article of a newspaper.

Zombies & Hula Hoops

I have a zombie addiction. And by that I mean I think of myself as a zombie activist. I'm always thinking about the zombies welfare after the Apocalypse.

Here's an example of a typical conversation around the house:
Me: Hey, do you think zombies would be good with hula hoops?
Him: What?
Me: Well, when they're not eating brains, they're just sort of standing there wavering from side to side, so I figure if we gave them hula hoops, it's sort of like a "minimum effort, maximum enjoyment" kind of thing.
Him: Finish watching your zombie movie.
Me: But seriously, do you think they'd enjoy it?
Him: *silence*

These types of conversations go on all the time. So, rather than just annoy, um, I mean entertain my spouse with my ramblings I thought I'd share them with the blog-o-sphere. You're welcome.