My wife said just now: "Oh, thanks for punching me in the face last night".
She's always bringing home these zombie flicks, and the latest is a mini-series called "The Strain" and, as usual, I got dreaming about the undead. Last night I was in a rundown yard (in the dark) with another guy, trying to revive a friend, when this zombie fella came inching his way in through the gate right by me.
I lunged at him, calling out "Look out!" At this point I apparently smacked my missus right in the chops. I had called out "Look out" as I did it, too, so she got some warning. Being fast asleep, however, she didn't stand much chance
