Yesterday was supposed to be a normal day. In fact, it was my “free” day. Yesterday was supposed to be what I like to call a glory day. Tuesdays are one of the 2 days a week that I can do whatever I please because all of my kids are in school. I had leftovers scheduled for dinner so that meant no dreaded meal planning stress and a leisurely evening of doing absolutely nothing or doing something completely unproductive either way I was looking forward to it.
You know that nagging “feeling” you have when you know that “something” will happen but you don’t know what? It may be bad or it may be good you just don’t know but you feel like something will happen. I had that feeling yesterday morning as I piled the kids in the car and took them to school.
My free day started off pretty uneventful until it was time to pick up my kids from school. I tried to talk Brown Sugar into picking them up but he wasn’t having it-it was worth the try. I hopped in the car to get the kids, chatted briefly with another mom and headed down the gorgeous country roads home. About 5 minutes into my drive I see a gorgeous turkey soar out of a tree and right when I realized that this could be a problem it was too late. The turkey flew right out in front of my car smashing the windshield. The windshield shattered on my side, I very nearly had a heart attack and that nagging feeling that “something” was going to happen was confirmed. Thankfully no one in the car was hurt. But the Turkey? That poor, poor turkey didn’t make it. After I got an incident report and my husband came to save me (because ya’ll know I’m dramatic) we rolled up on the Turkey. I had hoped the turkey was alright but deep down I knew there was no way that Turkey survived.
So that’s why Turkeys and Beamers don’t mix.
*Warning pics of the turkey below.