Preparations

Why does my husband prepare for a two day trip like we are travelling around the world during the apocalypse? He starts planning days in advance what we need to pack, how we are going to tighten up security at our house while we are gone, checking first aid kits to make sure we have everything we need to survive a zombie attack. Ok, maybe not a zombie attack, but you better believe he is prepared for any weather from an Arctic blast to a desert sandstorm. He's prepared for any medical emergency whether it's a cut on my leg from shaving or a major head wound from a zombie that may choose to nom nom on me.

This is a typical conversation when we are packing to go away.

him: "Did you pack something warm in case it gets cold?"

me: "Honey its August....it's only going to get so cold."

him: "You never know, I'm just gonna throw some warmer stuff for you in the suitcase just in case."

me: "Baby, we are running out of room quickly."

him: "Hey love, did you pack any shoes besides sandals and dress shoes?"

me: "Sweetheart, I don't see me having to run long distances... we are going to a funeral."

him: "Yeah but what if your sandal breaks?"

me: "Then I get new sandals...let's remember we are going where there is civilization..new shoes aren't out of the question if need be."

him: "sigh, I guess you are right." (This sigh makes me believe that he secretly hopes for a zombie apocalypse)

him: "Do you think I should shut the upstairs window?"

me: "Do you really think someones going to erect a ladder against the front of our house and scale it to break in?

him: "Just sayin......"

This is my husband...I love him. I am glad I know I am safe and can make it through anything with his preparation. But I secretly think he's a little ill. :)