cuties, crashes and cocktails

I'm a bit loopy now because I am on cocktail number 2 (a Whaler's and Diet Coke if you must know) and I really don't drink that often. The reason is I took a road trip yesterday to see one of my big sisters and her 8 month old identical twins. Well, that's not the reason, the reason I'm having cocktails will be explained a bit lower in this post. We had so much fun at my sister's and I took an embarrassing amount of photographs even though I was only there for a short 32 hours! Here are some of my favorites:

On my way home, on the approximately three hour journey, I was rocking out to "Just a Girl" by No Doubt (who I am seeing next weekend with the babies Mama herself) when a deer, aka a giant doe, crashed into the side of my car and did this:

That's the best picture I managed to photograph at the gas station a mile from the incident and a mere 20 miles from my front door! My headlight is just gone, front fender squished in over my tire, driver's side door caved in so that I cannot open it (and had to crawl out the passenger door at the gas station in front of a very curious crowd of roadtrippers) and the rear door behind the driver's seat has some damage on the lower half as well. *sighs* 

A very nice truck driver pulled over in front of me after witnessing the incident and RAN to my door to make sure I was okay. Then he checked under my hood to make sure I didn't need to call for a tow. Never mind the 80mph traffic zooming past us.  Other than a teary face I was, and am, just fine. Just a bit shook up. I cannot say so much for the doe. She was there long enough for the police officer to come and make sure I was telling the truth and that's all I'll say about that. (That might be more than enough but like I said I've had a couple cocktails).

PS I feel it necessary to note that I have only ever been hit BY deer. I make a 200% effort to avoid birds, squirrels and any other furry animal as I cannot live with the fact that I have taken a life (as silly and childish as this may sound). The first time I was hit by a deer was when I was 16 and the deer decided to go all kamikaze on my mother's minivan when I was driving home from a HS basketball game with my BFF and foster sister. Other than that, I have a clean, non-animal hitting driver's license.