We have ONE MORE WEEK of Gene having to drive so far, and I will be SO glad when he is DONE.
He called me at 5:15 this morning, and I immediately panicked. He NEVER calls me on his way to work. Here’s our conversation:
Me: “What’s wrong?”
Gene: “Angie? I almost hit a bear. I mean, if I hadn’t swerved, I would have hit this stupid thing.”
Me: “Are you ok? Is the truck ok?”
Gene: “Everything’s fine, but I about crapped in my pants!”
Me: “So, if you’re ok, and the car’s ok, why are you calling me?” (I haven’t slept in 3 nights, I’m cranky – forgive me!)
Gene: “I called you because I almost hit a BEAR!”
The thing is, he was 5 minutes from home when this happened. (Sabrina – he was at the driveway right before your turnoff… are your goats ok?) He had been planning on riding his motorcycle this morning, but got up too late and was in too much of a hurry. Thank GOD he wasn’t on his bike when he met up with the bear. That could have been awful!!
Just wanted to share. Bigfoot and bears. Scary place we moved to!