Dodge the Deer

Yesterday, I was just telling Nick that we're boring and I haven't had anything blogworthy happen in over a week. Next time I'm just going to keep my mouth shut.

After a fun evening with the girls that included dinner (with a tasty drink), and chick flicks I headed home. (It would have also included Jerene's hot tub if I hadn't left my swimsuit by the door at home.) It was late- but not extremely late. Traffic on the interstate was light so I was able to turn my brights on to better see, which was fortunate since what I saw was a rather large buck in the adjacent lane. He was facing the other way...and I was really hoping he'd continue on his current path into the grassy median. No such luck. As I got closer, he turned, and ran right in front of my car. Now I know everyone says this- but it was a BIG buck. I didn't have time to count the points on his antlers- but this wasn't his first year. I did not swerve (the cop later complimented me on not swerving)...and he ran right in front of my car. And this is what my car now looks like:

Just wait... it gets better.

Pretty, huh?

The orange in my sweatshirt has made a cool swirly pattern in the dent, don't you think?

And just in case there is any doubt in the insurance company's mind of whether or not the deer ran into my car... there is deer fur stuck in the bumper.

Sigh.