Marissa and I almost hit a deer today.
She bounded out at us near Tonawanda Creek as we were traveling to Mucka's house.
Mucka is the name my mother-in-law assigned herself when her first grandchildren were born. I've always insisted she did so to avoid being called "Grandma," which would make it seem like she was old.
Anyway, we were cruising along minding our own business when I heard a rustling from the brush at the side of the road. All of a sudden, boom! There she was, a full grown female, clambering up onto the road.
I didn't have time to hit the brakes, but fortunately I didn't need to. The deer was in no mood to linger, and she skittered across the road and disappeared into the brush at the other side.
It's a good thing we didn't plow into this deer. It was the biggest damn deer I've ever seen up close.
Besides, Marissa and I were on a bicycle.
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