Friday, November 30, 2007

Another One Bites the Dust

On my way home from work tonight I hit a deer. The deer exploded. The truck is totalled. I've had two naprosyn and three beers and I'm stiffening up as I type.

On the bright side, I finished my survey.

The details of the story will be tomorrow's post...provided I can get out of bed. And how's your day been?

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Oooohhh! I feel your pain. I've nailed 2 in the past 3 years and am extremely paranoid when I drive. Their (the deer) are in rut now, and are being hunted (yah!), but this makes them even more psycho than they already are. Last night we kept hearing this really loud, blowing, snorting, gasping sort of noise outside our house. Turns out it was two deer banging away. If I'da had a gun, I could have ended the genetic line right then! Glad you're (relatively) okay. Robin

URBAN PEDESTRIAN said...

See what happens when you insist on living like a hillbilly? The worst thing you can hit up here in the city is a stockbroker and they don't even chip the paint.

Ev said...

Ah! But unlike the stockbroker, the deer won't be suing me for everything I own in the world. Especially now that he's all decapitated and stuff.

AND...with my luck the stockbroker wouldn't die when I plowed into him and I'd have to back up and hit him again. They're a hardy breed.

CEDARFLAME said...

So, I take it there was not enough of it to pick up and bring home for Dinner or something.