I have a stream of random things worth writing down/blogging about starting with the dear that ran into my car on my way home for thanksgiving. It dashed out into the road before I could make a reasonable decision. At the speed I was going, there was no stopping. I swerved around it, but the not so bright animal continued galloping into my side door. Unfortunately, my first thought was, "Is my car okay, and I hope I killed it!!!" I felt a little bad for the deer, but the thought of my car being messed up made me livid. I didn't bother to stop because the thought of blood on my car made me uneasy. Then I had to reason with myself: "Should I have sympathy for my car or the animal." My decision: forget both and get home!
Once I got home, I decided that I would take a look against my better judgement. To my surprise, I saw nothing significally ruined in the dark of the night. I jumped for joy and did a victory dance. One item unharmed. All I had to do now was convince myself that the deer was okay.
Then I woke up the next morning and saw my car in the sunlight.
That deer better be dead.
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