I am having a Very. Weird. Morning.
It started out normal enough. But then on my way to the gym I hit a deer. As in, with my car. A block from my house. In the middle of a city**. On a Tuesday morning.
**Ok, maybe not the middle of the city. And, Ok. Smallish city. But STILL. Not exactly Bambi habitat.
I am vacillating between "Oh no! That poor deer!" and "WTF??? Don't we have an AGREEMENT with the deer? Aren't they supposed to be in the mountains right now?"
The deer, for those of you who are concerned for her well being, ran away and hopped a fence. So, I'm sure she's probably got an injury. Maybe a bad bruise on her back leg. But I don't think it was life threatening.
My car, however. You know, the car that just had $2k worth of work done on the front end because I had my first ever car accident. That car. Big dent. Big huge hoof shaped dent. (The deer sort of kicked the car.) And oddly enough, a bunch of deer hair all over the hood...
And then, post Gym I stopped at Kinkos, and all the employees were huddled in a corner passing a hat around trying to collect $50. Because, are you ready? They somehow were in possession of a tazer. And one of the Fed Ex drivers said he would let them tazer him for $50.
Seriously. Weird. Morning.
And in honor of that weirdness, here is a random photo.
This is my grandparents, my dad, and my aunt Kathy. Taken at Christmas, 1945.