We have bagged our limit.

A few months ago, in May, to be exact, I hit a deer in my car.  It was pretty scary (especially since I had a child in my car who was not MY child.)  Anyway, it messed up my car pretty badly.  It had to go into the body shop for about a week, but it came out looking good as new.

On this past Friday night, we went out to Luke's parents house to celebrate his Dad's 70th birthday.  Happy occasion.  We all had fun, but we had to drive back home after dark.  They live out in the country, much like we do, on the other side of H-town.  As we were driving back, a deer darted out in front of us.  But, we missed it.  Whew!   Unfortunately, her cousin came running into the road after her, and we did NOT miss that one.  Bummer.  My car looks... not so good.  Thankfully, no one was hurt... unless you count the deer.

Here is a visual of how my car looks.

Big dent in front fender, and a lovely busted headlight to go with it.
Big dent on the door and front panel.  

Such a BIG dent, in fact, that you can scarcely open the driver's side door.  That's unfortunate, because REALLY, that's kind of a door you can't do without.  You CAN open it, but it has to bend the side metal on the panel there every time.  It makes a LOVELY noise.


To make Friday night EVEN better for my poor little car, Luke stopped at a road side stand and bought some fresh shrimp for his parents on our way out to their farm.  They put the shrimp in a Ziploc bag.  Because our luck is so good, the bag leaked on my seat.  Now my car smells like bad shrimp.  I used Febreeze on it, and now it smells like shrimp that died in a field of lilacs.

I'll bet we'd really get a lot of money for it if we traded it in right now, don't you think?