Tuesday morning my husband had an appointment to have pins removed from his wrist. It’s about an hour drive so we left bright and early at 5:30 a.m. Of course it was pitch dark and it’s deer season so there would be plenty of the local wildlife running amok. Instead of taking the curvy dark back road to get to the interstate, to lessen our chances of an unwanted relationship with a deer, I took a more “main” road, which in our world translates into a slightly wider two-lane road running through woods and cornfields. About a mile and a half from home a fine male specimen of the deer persuasion ran out of a field on my left and kinda trotted up the road beside me. Needless to say much swearing and brake slamming commenced.
By the time we made it to the interstate it was pouring down rain. I mean pouring. Not cats and dogs. More like mountain lions and timber wolves. I couldn’t see but what seemed like a few feet ahead of me. It was one of those rare times I think I would’ve preferred snow so at least I could see. Add into this hot mess my now overwhelming fear of rocks hitting my windshield (remember, two windshields in the last three months) and I was swearing up a blue streak; sometimes in my head, sometimes out loud. By 7:00 a.m. I had straight up used my quota of cuss words for the day, quite possibly for two or three days.
At least I was smart enough to dress comfortably. My now favorite boyfriend jeans and a cashmere cardi were just what I needed. Although I think my tee that says “I’m a lady with the vocabulary of a well educated sailor” would’ve been more appropriate all things considered.
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