Big A is forever telling me to not say certain things on the road.
Don't call me dear.
Don't gasp or shout; I'll think there's a deer.
Although these are paraphrased (and he claims he's never said the first one), these are the basis for this tale.
We went to the Husker game last night. Scratch that - we worked at the Husker game last night. We helped his aunt (and her church) sell backrests as a fundraiser. Big A has done this most of last year & all of this year so far. He loves it. You sell backrests until kickoff, then you watch the game, and pick up the rests after. You're there 90 minutes before game time and for about an hour or so after the game. And you sometimes get leftover food (Runzas and hotdogs and popcorn - please fine out what a Runza is for those of you who aren't from Nebraska....it's so yummy!).
Anyway...we went to the game & a few of our friends helped pick up the chairs voluntarily after so (with that help plus our amazing speed) it was done within 30-45 minutes.
To make this long story much shorter, we went to Walmart, Wendy's (for ice cream, of course), and to my in-law's to pick up Moose (oh how I missed my boy!). This is where it gets good.
Please keep in mind this is 1:30am....it's dark out. In the moonlight, on the side of the road, I see her. A doe. A beautiful doe eating on the side of the road.
It registered in my mind (mind you, this all happens really fast). "Oh he doesn't want me to say deer.....oh no!" I didn't know what to say.
So I hollered...."something!" Big A put the brakes on and we missed her as she dashed off into the night.
PAUSE What did I just say??
Something. Wow. Who says that? I giggled for awhile while Big A just said "it worked, didn't it?"
I thought it was funny! But we got home safely and showered and slept until this morning.
This is a Runza. THIS is a recipe for a Runza.