Did you read my FB message yet? That incident this morning scared the shiit out of me on so many levels. First, imagine stumbling around your dark kitchen at 5:45 a.m. trying to make your coffee. Then a 3 ft tall zombie walks in mumbling craziness and out of nowhere, clear as day, says "we have to get out of this house" in a monotone horror movie voice. Then he proceeds to freak the fuuck out. Second, what if he's psychic? Oh lord, we in trouble girl!