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Anger Prone?
Unexpected wild plot twist when my husband hit a deer with my car.
Yesterday was a pretty rough day for me. I had forgotten an idea for an article that I had. The idea popped up when I first got up, but I was busy building a fire in the woodstove, petting a needy cat, sipping my coffee, and enjoying a leisurely morning.
I didn’t write it down. It flew the coup, and I was left knowing that I had a great idea, but I couldn’t recall the idea. I wrote about forgetting the idea instead (NOTE: I finally recalled the idea at 10:30 pm, and yes, I wrote it down).
Then, my husband was supposed to be off work at noon, only to have to go back at 1:30 pm. He arrived home again at 4:30 pm, but the phone rang again at 5:00 pm to tell him that no one else had a key and it was time to lock up. So, he had to go back to the cafe again to lock up.
Since my car gets better gas mileage at 32 mpg vs the 19 mpg in his Dodge Ram, he opted to drive my car. I didn’t mind because I didn’t have anywhere to go. However, in the upcoming week, I have to go to appointments on Monday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, the following Monday, and the following Wednesday.
Upon returning home the last time, my husband came in the house and said very matter-of-factually that he had hit a deer. “Grab your coat and a…
