I'd really appreciate it if the deer in Texas could refrain from hurtling themselves at my husband's car when he's driving the 90 miles home after working a 12+ hour shift all night.
He's not particularly interested in being one of his own patients, and we were just fine with the car the way it was, tyvm.
And now to process the near catastrophe.
(He came stalking in the house all handsome in his scrubs without so much as a mustache hair out of place.)
The car, otoh....