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.