The show's going well: it's good to have it on its feet again, and in front of an audience.
And the following is based on a true conversation...
(in a car)
me: ...so after that I lay in bed figuring out where the best hiding place would be in the house, you know, just in case zombies did attack in the middle of the night.
H: The attic!
me: Yeah, yeah, the attic.
H: With the ladder pulled up
me: Yup. But then I couldn't get this image out of my head... Imagine opening the trap to check if the zombies are gone and just seeing the whole house filled with them staring back at you!
H: (thoughtfully) Maybe we should stash some food up there...
Also, if you're wondering where the zombies came from (in my head that is, not where they come from generally), I think I've figured it out. It's because a friend of mine searched for "ugliest dog" in google the other night, and showed me the picture that came up.
Go on, you know you want to.