We decided to let Chris drive coming home from our fly fishing trip in Wyoming. Mistake. He rolled and totaled Tony's truck on I-80. I was in the back with Shaun. Chris and Tony were in front. Everyone keeps telling us how lucky we are nobody died. Yeah, but what about my gorgeous head? D-bags.
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In the ambulance they cut the arms off my favorite fleece and fishing shirt. I wasn't too happy about that.
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Chris also hit an elk doing about 45 mph last week at the Grand Canyon. We thought of a clever new name for Chris. It's A-hole.