Sunday night was the season 3 premiere of The Walking Dead. B and I decided to watch it together. We always say that our love for zombie lore and for the love of the show specifically is what started our relationship.
If a year ago you had told me that I'd be watching the season three premiere with my boyfriend at his parents' house in southwest Georgia, after a potluck lunch at a Southern Baptist congregation of about 85 people I would have thought you were seriously confused.
It was a lot of fun.
The above picture is from a very early date when I made sequin headbands and wristbands for bowling in Thomasville. I now know it was probably me testing him to see how spontaneous and indulgent he was to my whimsy. He didn't even say boo about it. I won the second game; he wants a rematch.
