Better than an alarm clock

Now that the ol' hubby has a job and all, I've fallen back into step with my tried and true schedule. I wake up with Josh so that I can go whip him up a healthy lunch and some snacks for the day and make him some breakfast (if he wants to eat). Boy. That sure made me sound like the 'little woman' in the kitchen. But I wouldn't be doing this if he didn't have to get up before the butt crack of dawn every morning. The goal is to help him sleep just that few minutes extra by sharing the load. Anyhow...true to form, I've strayed from my point. You see, yesterday morning seemed as though it would be just another day. Not true. We have pay-by-the-minute cell phones for emergency use. I asked Josh before he left if he had his phone and he said that the time expired on it so it wouldn't work. I shrugged and said I'd add minutes when he got home. As I began to curl back up in my warm bed, I felt guilty and decided that I'd better add minutes before I went back to sleep. You know...just in case. I fired up the computer, added some minutes and tried to pass back out in bed. Unfortunately, the minutes weren't going to be added unless Josh turned his phone off and back on. Seeing as how I had no way to tell him this, I did nothing but toss and turn in bed with the constant vision of him getting into an accident and no phone to call for aid. So you can imagine what my heart did when the phone rang fifteen minutes after Josh left and lo and behold, it was him on the phone. I think for just a moment my heart actually stopped as I picked up the phone. I say, "H-h-hello??" Josh says, "Uh, hey...I hit a deer and uh...totaled the car." I tell you something, waking up to the phone ringing before the sun is up is better than an alarm clock. I can't go back to sleep after that. After he verified that he was fine, I swallowed my heart back down long enough to catch my breath. Miraculously, the phone got the minutes without turning the phone off and on. No idea how that happened, but I'm glad it did. The police officer showed up quite awhile later and did what she needed to do and then the barrage of phone calls began. Turns out that the car was still drivable and the officer gave Josh the go ahead to to drive to my folks house to drop the car off with my generous brother Aaron following him. Aaron brought him back home and his new boss gave him the day off to get things in order. Josh's folks brought their spare car down for us to use and we went about our not-so-merry day. As we only have liability on the now damaged vehicular structure, we get to eat the car for breakfast for the next few months. Mmm...metal. Funny story though, we could be eating deer as well, but as I'm not a fan of the whole 'dining on Bambi' thing, Josh passed on the offer of keeping it. Turns out that the first nice guy (one of three) that stopped to check on Josh was actually a hunter. After finding out if Josh was okay, he showed back up in his hunting gear (how odd) and asked Josh, "So, uh, you gonna keep that deer or can I have it?" Josh figured, waste not. The officer asked Josh what he wanted to do with it and he passed the buck (pun intended) to the nice hunter dude. Poor deer. Apparently, Josh was driving about 60 on cruise control when he saw a doe crossing the road. He braked down to about 55 mph when out of the blue the happy little buck that was chasing the doe jumped into Josh's path. At least he died happy, right? Josh, on the other hand, did take a little souvenir. I never pegged my husband as a redneck, and I still don't really. But there's a little hick in him somewhere because he scavenged the broken antler from the buck and kept it as a memento of his first deer kill. *rolling my eyes* Of course, I think that the deer was at a slightly unfair disadvantage. Don't you agree? Anyways, we did some looking and we think we're going to go to a few salvage yards and get the parts and fix ol' blue back up. She's got a few more miles in her I think. The damage wasn't as bad as it seemed once daylight hit. My brother snapped a couple of pictures of the incident on his phone for me. I'll leave the one of dead Bambi off. That would just be...ya know...weird. So yeah...not our best morning. But we are very blessed in the fact that Josh didn't get a scratch on him. He was very lucky that the Big Man Himself was looking out for him. Boy, I tell ya what. What a year this has been. Oi! I'm exhausted.