Poor, poor Glinda

Well, tonight I popped my cherry….as far as hitting a deer. I was on my way to my mom’s. I was in the far left lane and there was a car in the right lane, about a car -length in front of me. All of a sudden a deer came running across the exit ramp, the lane next to me and into my lane. My view of the deer was obscured by the car next to me. I slammed on the brakes, but it was too late. The deer hit and was flung onto my windshield. Thankfully, the windshield held together and the car behind me was able to stop before it hit me. But Glinda did not escape damage:

And who is my mom most concerned about? Not me….no, I’m being treated as though I did this on purpose. Yes, I went out looking for a deer to hit, because I totally enjoy driving a car with damage to it.

<sigh> Oh sure, she’s a little glad that I’m okay – but she made it clear that I put her through a lot with this.

Monday, I’ll get the insides checked out, but the car is riding fine.