This weekend was our second annual Zombie Car Wash, which actually has very little to do with brainless undead driving cars.
I decided to pull out my zombie teeth, paint them and take them on an inaugural run.
A small girl with a yellow daisy pinned into her hair, watched hypnotized as I wiped down a car. So I walked over and smiled and asked her if she wanted to touch my teeth. Her lips never lifted from a most concerned contemplation, but she nodded and pushed her finger to the clay pieces and glanced up to her father.
My husband got mostly blood and bruises:
For those who can't come out to Nebraska but want to know the zombie car wash experience, it begins with a zombie canvasing up and down the road, waving his arm about.