Yesterday, Friday, was a pretty good day that did not end so well. We headed off in my husband's cursèd deer-magnet car to a potluck meeting and (can you see this one coming? we didn't!) oh yes we did!
We hit another deer. Much harder than the last one.
I have no pictures. We went back to get some things out of the car this morning and I didn't think to bring the camera.
Then I spent a good chunk of the day as a solo demonstrator for the West Michigan Lace Group at the Kalamazoo Valley Museum's Festival of Arts, and I got home in the dark.
Important stuff: all of us were okay. My son's only complaint was that his library book shot off the seat in the dark. (Maybe that'll teach that library book to wear its seatbelt.) Our seatbelts and the crumple zone did their jobs.
Heartwarming stuff: The people across the road came out and called 911 for us. They brought out orange safety triangles and moved one of their own cars so its emergency flashers were visible, and stood around talking in the dark until the police came to do the accident report.
They also turned out to run a cab company, and had one of their cabs run us home for free.
Not-so-great stuff: The deer didn't survive the collision. The car took a hit right between the headlights that crushed the hood and bent the radiator back towards the engine. Since this happened late on a Friday night, we probably won't know for a while what kind of damage estimate we are looking at or if the insurance company will total the car.
Is it wrong of me to secretly hope they do total the thing so we can get a different car than this deer-killing one?