For some reason that now eludes me, as debon err and I were about to drift off to sleepy land last night, I had occasion to reassure her that some particular aspect of our life would survive a zombie apocolypse, and not to worry about it.
Always ready with a pun she feigned (I hope) confusion and asked back, “Alpaca lips?”
“Zombie alpaca lips,” I corrected. Much giggling ensued.
Our bed is a fun place to be.