Zombies and High School

Last night I had dreams consisting of:

Zombies. They were scary and trying very hard to make me lunch.

Starbucks. Where we were hiding from the zombies because Home Depot locked us out. Except the blinds wouldn't go all the way down and no one believed me that they were coming. They just kept on sipping their bitter over-priced coffee. I'm not sure their fate because I got the heck out of dodge.

My high school band room. Shut up! Band geeks can be cool too! Except my band director turned into a zombie. I hid in my locker. My combination was 5-10-15-5. Don't ask me to remember what it really was.

Soprano saxophones and lots and lots of oboes. Actually I couldn't find my sax because every case I opened was another oboe which in turn made Mr P really mad which then turned him into a zombie craving a Bernice-Pot-Pie.

Of course I can only remember bits and pieces now, but I do know it was crayzee to the max. Sometimes I wonder what the heck my brain is doing.

In other news, I have added a bit of testosterone to my household. Between the two dogs, my roommate and myself, there is a heck of a lot of estrogen rockin out. So I am assuming the three new additions are boys. Because I can. And honestly, I don't really know how to tell the difference between boy fishes and girl fishes.

Thanks to JB, they all have names too. Kevin, MJ4, and Charlie the Second. TI am a little concerned though... I'm not sure if it is normal for fish to twitch. Because they do and it worries me. They made it through the night so that has to be a good start. Right? In the mean time, the receipt is safely put away in case any of them choose to go into the light. Gotta love a 90 day return policy. ;)