Every six months I have to take Nanny for a checkup so the doctor will renew her blood pressure medication. This time, the nurse cannot take her blood pressure. After several tries, she simply can’t find it. It takes the doctor to finally get an accurate reading and pronounce her healthy. Back home, Nanny tells The Girls, “Well, the nurse couldn’t find my blood pressure. I must be dead and somebody forgot to tell me!”

The Girls look at each other. Simultaneously: “Zombie. Cool.”