[The final shots can be seen here]
In between Chooch’s extreme divo antics, we actually had a pretty good time at the Evans City Cemetery last Sunday, even though every ten minutes found me asking, “OMG are we going to get yelled at?” every time a random person would approach.
It always turned out to be a fellow zombie enthusiast though, some having traveled as far as New York and Tennessee. Wendy was about 4 seconds away from developing a Facebook friendship with one of the creepier of the graveyard tourists.
This is pretty much all Henry did the whole time: stood around with a stupid smirk on his face, playing Words with Friends and being of little assistance.
We dined on Burger King, post-boneyard romping. Andrea was intrigued by the “zesty sauce” I got with my onion rings, because the Burger Kings in California have apparently not caught on to this condiment craze.
She tried it and immediately deemed it “too zesty.” Maybe her palate is just “too pedestrian.”
Then we were treated to a long, obnoxious ride home because Chooch lost the magnet to his Drawing Thing pen back in the cemetery and had nothing to keep him busy but the sound of his whiny bitch-factory voice. Besides Andrea going back to California, that was probably the lowest point of the whole weekend for me.
I think what I meant to say was “not at all zesty, totally gross”
Horse radish on onion rings?! What fresh hell is this?!
I love Chooch as a happy little zombie. These pictures (the other ones are amazing!!!) make me super happy!
I just “stumbledupon” this site. That little boy is absolutely ADORABLE!!
Thank you! Glad you found my blog! ;)