Dear Western Canada,

I am sorry that we brought the zombie flu to your side of the country on the airplane the other day.   I assure you that despite my family's behavior and appearances at the time, we did not have any infected, illegal monkeys on board that we were aware of, however I may have to go through my luggage a second time to be totally sure.

So later this evening, when you are pretty sure that your insides have melted, please think of us and how I've apologized so very nicely and remember that at least 4/6 of your family are not throwing up while hurdling through the air at 30,000 feet, during which time an entire flight crew tries to murder you all with their eyes for coming on board despite the fact that you were clearly undead.

Unfortunately, I didn't see a provision in the Westjet small print for zombie travel.  Had I seen such an article, I most certainly would have made arrangements.  However, everyone knows that unfortunately, once infected with zombie germs- you really only have a few minutes before you, yourself turn into a zombie.  

So either one of the kids smuggled in a sick monkey or that security guy at the airport wasn't really checking my ears for bombs.

Anyhow,  Robert Neville will save you. I  have faith.  He's dealt with this particular flu bug before.  Buy gravol.

Once again, super sorry.

Love Us.