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.”
Me: “What?”
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.
Michael Doornbos 