DEER - not Dear!

Mark and I were just heading out to the local garage sales yesterday when we got a call from son-in-law Ryan.  They were on their way to Lexi's volleyball tournament when a deer got in their way and their old Suburban was history.  We told them to sit tight, we would be there soon.  Calls were made to locate a car trailer, Mark took off with it to bring the "Burb" home and I followed in another pickup, feeling so badly for them as we knew getting another vehicle was not in their plans.

Once we got there, along with lots of grandbaby hug's, we got the scoop on how it all went down.  Seems Ryan was talking to Karen and had glanced over at her when she instinctively put her hands across her six month pregnant tummy and loudly said "Deer!"  Ryan kept looking at her and said "What?"    "DEER!"  She yelled and he again asked "WHAT?"  He said he was worried she was going into premature labor because she kept holding her stomach yelling "Dear".  Of course by that time it was too late and when it was all said and done and the Burb had come to a halt in the ditch, Ryan looked at her and said "Oh my gosh Karen, what did I just hit!!!!!???" I guess she calmly looked at him and deadpan replied  "Deer - the same word I've been yelling at you for the last quarter mile!"

But they are a couple who don't sweat the small stuff, or even the big stuff.  Even though it sure wasn't what they would have chosen, they knew all that mattered was no one was hurt, (except the deer) any vehicle can be replaced, and Karen now has a great story to tell on Ryan. We got the Burb loaded and the kids car seats exchanged into our pickup, we headed home with the Burb and they headed off in the pickup to go vehicle hunting.  And if it ever happens again, hopefully Karen will have enough time to yell out "Large brown mammal standing in the road!"