Yes, if you invite me over, I am also assessing your home. Why the hell do you have those massive picture windows, anyway?

Today I had occasion to spend some time in a fire hall.

I’d never really been inside one before.

It was pretty cool: cindercrete construction, solar heat, a generator, a massive stocked kitchen and a concrete yard enclosed in sturdy steel fencing.

In other words, it was perfectly and awesomely defensible against the Zombie Apocalypse.

I went home and told hubby I wanted to be a firefighter.  He said he didn’t want me to do that, it is too dangerous. 

Really, it’s too dangerous not to.  It’s TOTALLY his fault if the zombies eat my brain.