Dearest Readers, Last Thursday I promised you all an explanation for why we’ve been out of touch. Here is how it happened. Do you remember Mr. Young Jr.? He was my romantic interest last November before getting kicked out by Mr. K in January due to his inability to, well… contribute. We hoped we had … Continue reading
The other ladies and I have been keeping ourselves busy with laundry, Mr. Anderson’s funeral arrangements (perfunctory as they may be) and general housekeeping duties since Sunday night’s attack. And I am preparing my famous chicken pot pie for dinner tonight. I have found it to be the best post-attack meal. Something about the hearty … Continue reading
Last night we were surprised by an ugly horde of zeds. While we are used to a certain amount of undead visitor traffic, this was four to five times the normal amount. Thanks to Mr. K’s daily weaponry drills, we came out of the situation much better than we would have fared a couple of … Continue reading
I don’t know about you, but after a day full of Valentine’s Day mischief-making, my skin always breaks out. If you too have the tendency towards oily skin, I recommend using the dearly departed Mrs. Silver’s egg white facial masque. Mrs. Silver was a close friend of mine before she was overtaken by zombies last spring. She really … Continue reading
Mr. Young Sr. has finally kicked the bucket and died this morning of black lung at the ripe old age of 68. While I can’t pretend I really enjoyed his endless mining stories, I do have a lot of respect for his persistence. He is the oldest person in our colony—possibly the oldest living person … Continue reading
Mr. Young Sr. is dying of black lung. The timing of his death appears rather convenient to me, as our Governor, Mr. K, politely asked the two Young gentlemen to leave our survivor group a week ago (after several weeks of a trial period). Why are we turning the men out? Well, resources are tight … Continue reading
Gracious Living in a Zombie World: A Ladies’ Handbook 