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I think a lot of people (myself included) make a face for the mirror.

Gah. I would have peed my pants.

When you're worried about hitting a deer, don't worry about killing it. Only worry about you. Also, don't swerve. Hit it head on and brake as much as you can without losing control. You'll be more likely to come out safe and sound. Sorry deer, but Mia Wyatt's life is more important.

Hmm. I love deer , but we also hunt them. I see 2 or 3 in a 2 hour country drive along the side of the road here in Canada. I did almost get taken out by one on a highway once, but the SUV in front of me got it, and I only got their bumper under my car. Thankfully, everyone was fine.

I actually just looked up the definition. It refers to

Where in North America are deer an invasive species?

I do that anyway, because I don't want to be a loud "heel-walker" like the people upstairs my ex always complained about at my old apt...

This article was fascinating to me, because I'm a small business, charity, and start-up branding and design freelancer. It's not that I can only work on small business, charity, and start-up organizations, it's just what I like to work on. It combines my lifelong hobby of drawing and designing with my love of the

That's what I do.

I'm with you on the joy of weight training, but have to beg to differ of the over-training thing. Over-training at anything will catch up to you.

This. My fiance's mom inspired me to start after she told me how great she felt since starting weight training.

Lift weights. GET PUMPED. *Flexes, kisses biceps*

This is so terrible, but I'm so happy Detroit has someone like Worthy. So many districts would have (and probably have) left it at this:

Two things on comparing it to the dog DNA test.

It happens, and yes, it is.

Ignore the trolls. You're right, though, that comment was inane.

As long as 20 years.

Oh, Donald. You are the most modest.

It's fun except when it isn't, you know? Like if you're around a large group of acquaintances and everyone's heard the news, so you have to explain/shrug off your ring-less-ness over and over.

My oldest friend, a particularly Facebook-active friend from college, my brother.