So the first words out of my mouth on Saturday morning had to do with the dreams I'd been having before my wife and two small boys piled onto the bed with me: "Stay together, stay quiet. We're going to need a lot more toilet paper if we're going to escape this zombie-infested forest." I paused, then added, "...Stupid summer camp."
My wife, who was none too terribly awake herself, considered this. "You know what difference between American zombies and British zombies is?" she asked me.
I thought about that for a moment, but I couldn't come up with anything.
Having satisfied herself that I was stumped, the Beautiful Woman answered: "Better teeth."