The Zombie Question

Last night after JS and I watched a zombie movie I asked him if he would shoot me if I turned into a zombie and became an immediate threat to him. He, of course, said YES (although he did refer to the whole incident as 'sadly')... I said I'd never ever shoot him even if he was ready to start chewing on my gorgeous neck. Ok, I did say 'I might punch you' (and kept to myself '...in your creepy zombie nuts' hahah) but as I woke up today still disoriented from eating too much pizza and pop-tarts last night, I stand by my answer: If in the near future we wake up one day to a zombie world and I find out that the thing making blueberry-and-blood waffles in the kitchen is not J. Bork Schwartz, I would grab that almost empty Mrs. Butterworth's bottle we have in the fridge and pour it all over my arm. Zombie times!!