Zombie Will Think for Food

Okay. Maybe I’m a little punch drunk from all these  deadlines, but I think this is hilarious.

I’ve been to the post office just about every day for the last week to mail off all my application materials. And when Anna, my postal comrade in arms, inevitably asks me, “Does this package contain anything fragile, liquid, perishable, or potentially hazardous?” I inevitably reply, “Only my hopes of getting into a graduate program!”

And God bless her, Anna laughs every time. Every time.