All the reasons why

So the blood on my car was deer blood.

If Maccaroni Grill hadn't had a forty minute wait, resulting in choosing Applebees.
If Applebees had allowed us to sit at a table instead of the bar.
If text messaging wasn't an option.
If my friend had remembered her bag that she had slung over the back of the barstool.
If she'd had a spare set of keys.
If she'd been OK with getting her bag on Sunday.
We wouldn't have had to drive back to Timonium late at night to get the bag.
We wouldn't have hit the already-dead deer lying in the road.
I wouldn't have had to wash my car.
I wouldn't have left my wallet in the carwash.
And I wouldn't have missed a day of blogging.

We actually said a prayer before our late night, hour-long drive BACK to Timonium, and my PS to God was "please don't let us hit a deer." God must've known I was thinking of a live deer, though.

Very funny, God. At least I got my wallet back intact.