RIP Bambi

Our first night at our new home was wonderful. The next morning I woke up and walked around the house trying to find things in boxes, got ready for work, and I drove down our new street. I kept thinking, this street is so pretty. We are so lucky to live here. I even saw a baby deer eating grass on the side of the road. When my car came up to the deer it startled the poor thing and the deer ran into the street and was hit by a huge ford truck going about 50mph. The deer helicoptered over an oncoming car and then skid across the street in front of my car. I saw the horrific death of Bambi in slow motion. All i could do was cry, it was awful. As I drove to work hysterical, I called Brad so he could calm me down. He told me that it wasn't my fault that the deer ran off into oncoming traffic because deers are stupid and that's why they don't run for president. He always knows what to say to make me feel better. I just felt so bad that I scared him and then he died. Poor, Poor Bambi!