On Tuesday night I picked up the babysitter, dropped her off at the house with the kids and drove to work to kidnap my husband. It's his birthday today (Thursday) and I wanted to surprise him with a special birthday date. So we hit the road about 6pm, headed twenty minutes out of town to a lovely restaurant in the Black Hills (the Alpine Inn).
The fact that we actually got there was almost a miracle because we have literally been trying to go to this restaurant for six months. We'd get a babysitter and start out of town - and a snow storm would start, making it unsafe for us to continue. This happened THREE TIMES!
So we got there, had a lovely dinner and even better dessert, and I gave Keith one present to open early. On the way home it was about 8:30 - nearly dark. The deer were out in full force - at a distance, in the ditch by the road, or even standing on the shoulder. I've always been grateful for my husband's gift for spotting these creatures. He's developed a technique for avoiding a collision with a deer: if they're in the ditch he sounds his horn to "warn" the deer that we're coming. If they're closer than that he slows way down, moves over a bit in the lane, and sounds the horn.
We were being followed rather closely by another vehicle at this point, and Keith wondered why they didn't just pass him. Then as we crested a hill, a cop pulled out behind us with his lights flashing. Keith pulled the car over, both he and I completely clueless as to what he had done wrong. When the officer came to the window he said, "We got a call that you were not driving appropriately, ummm, that you may have been drunk." The only reason we could think of was the deer avoidance tactics.
So Keith got pulled over for appearing to be a drunk while actually driving with particular caution! Anyway, he obviously wasn't drunk so the cop just let us go.
And in other news, did you know that if you shoot a Nerf gun at a balloon, the dart will bounce off wildly? Good fun, I tell ya.