Recently my daughter and her beau, Mindy from Indy, and many others came to our side of town to celebrate my Michael's birthday. Festivities began at our favorite sushi restaurant, Masa Sushi, followed by an evening of cheerful fun, revelry, and dancing at Big Texas South. After several hours of camaraderie, rounds of jello shots, and other libations too numerous to mention, the night progressed with about ten cowgirls and cowboys walking the length of the parking lot to IHOP for more indulgences.
After we gorged ourselves on waffles, bacon and every other extravagance we could stuff into our mouths, the designated drivers took the helm of their assigned carriages and in the wee hours of the morning headed to our house to celebrate
I was reminded of a five year old set free in a penny candy store! The long, tall cowboy began jumping up and down, squealing and laughing.
"OH MY GOD!!! I JUST GOT KICKED BY A DEER!"
What is the first thing one does when kicked by a deer? Recall the event on social media of course. A post was made on Facebook and funny comments were plentiful. The thrill of the moment, although tainted with anonymity, will linger for many years, and I am sure, as years go by, the deer will get bigger, jump higher, and the story of the unnamed deer wrangler will grow in the minds of all those involved.