Here’s what was in front of us while I drove home from Montana a few evenings ago.

It was leaning to the right.  Way to the right.  As in, knocking leaves off the trees.

Please don’t tip over and cover my car with hay.

Please don’t tip over and block the road because I am very hungry and counting the miles until I can get home and heat up leftover chicken enchiladas.

Please don’t run into a deer.  Or a sheep.  Or a bear.  Because I really, really need to go to the bathroom.

Especially since we just came from the dam.