Deer.

 Sunday started out pretty great.  The Husband and I got to hang out with this cute face, we were spiritually fed,  the sun was shining.  Just a generally gorgeous day.

 Work took me out yander this way, one of my favorite drives of all the many, many, many drives I do on a regualr basis.

 I was feeling great, finished my business, and started making my way home.



And then.



I hit a dear.

And it was sad in about nine different ways. 

Ugh.  When it rains, folks, it gosh dang pours.