Last night, my wife calls on her way back from picking up our daughter. This is a the conversation as best I can remember:
Me: “Moshi Moshi”
Wife: “Uh, I’ve just been hit by a deer. What do I do?”
Me: “You hit a deer? Are you okay?”
Wife: “No, the deer hit me. It was in the median, and it ran right into the back part of the truck.”
Some more of this conversation followed along these same lines. Just when you thought it all, your wife doesn’t hit a deer, the deer hit her.
I think I need a nap now.