We joined the ranks of Real Montanans last night, hitting a deer while we were hurtling down Interstate 90 at 75 miles per hour. Luckily, none of the humans involved were hurt. Can't say that was true of Ms. Doe. Also can't say that is true of our poor minivan. No diaper is going to repair it this time. The engine was still running, so we're hoping the damage is confined to the crumple zone, but it certainly is going to be a big repair.
When I feel like I can write about it without wanting to kill someone, I'll tell you a little bit about our insurance. While we do have comprehensive on that car, it is somewhat less comprehensive than one might imagine. Suffice it to say that if you feel yourself being sucked into buying insurance because that actor who played President Palmer on 24 just seems so trustworthy on the ads, resist the urge.
Resist it, I say.