“Okay people. Words that start with Z. Tomorrow’s the last day for A-Z so Z.”
“Zebra!” Moo suggested.
“And what will I write about zebras?”
“Everyone’s going to be writing about zombies.”
“You could write about how you got sucked into The Walking Dead.”
“Already wrote about that.”
“Zillow! The joys of searching for a home!” The Mister offered.
“Zed,” said Sassy.
“I already wrote about zed.”
“Zenda,” she enunciated more.
“What the fuck is a zenda?”
“Oh my God, this sucks.” *types on keyboard, turns screen to me*
(Sassy’s nose is congested and she’s hoarse, so all her words have an extra special syllable when she whispers them out.)
“OH! Zen! Zen is good. Like the zen of things. Yes, I likey.”
The Mister said, “You could write about how when people come here, the house is so zen, everyone relaxes.”
“Nah, cause that sounds like bragging and people already think my life is perfect.”
He went on to say, “How about how you set up the house so it would create a calming vibe?”
“Zephyrs! Zig Zag! Zygotes! Look at my enormous zygotes!” *gestures to the girls*
“Yes, so big.”
I was quiet for a while. zzz… zithromax, zimbabwe, zinnias, zippos, ziti…
“Zingers!” The Mister shouted.
“It’s you that loves Zingers, not me.”
“Not those. The snappy comments people make.”
“Oh, mmhm, hm… Maybe I’ll just write about this conversation.”
And it’s midnight, so ALL DONE A-Z FOR ME! WOOT!