Yup, I got a great nickname this year at finals. (please note the sarcasm). I had one drink at supper Monday and when we got back I tripped on a chunk of asphalt that was laying on top of the mud and asphalt that made up the camping yard. It was dark, I couldn't see it. Now I'm a lush. lol
Kimfer, well... she killed a family. Of ducks. On our way home I was texting while she was driving and suddenly I hear "Whoooa, oh crap" as the truck swerves slightly.
I looked up, nervous. "What happened?" I asked as I tried to see if an oncoming car had veered toward us or something like that. Instead I notice Kimfer looking in the side mirror, and not looking very happy.
"Oh crap I think they're dead" she said.
"Ummm.... huh?" was all I could get out.
She tells me there was a momma duck and her babies on the road. Seeing as we were pulling a loaded trailer she couldn't exactly swerve evasively so she tried to swerve gently and miss them. Instead when she checked her mirror she just saw a bunch of feathery bodies flapping about. And I don't mean with their wings. :(