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Got My Baby Back, Baby Back - Home!

Yes folks! That's right, he is sittin' next to me. Far cry from my last post right? Yeah, well, turns out the company lied to him. They told him they had a solo driving position available, and then when they got to the school, he was told he had to do the owner/operator, meaning, BUY a truck, and run his OWN BUSINESS, or he would have to drive teams. Some of you are saying, "What's wrong with that?" Well, have you every stayed in a place the size of a bathroom with someone for MONTHS on end? Not cool. Plus, he wouldn't be able to come home as often.

So... he decided to come home. But we are broke folk, of course, so I decided to leave and go get him. From here in Alabama, to Dallas, it took me 11 hours. I am GOOD right? That's right. No, but yay! I got him home. He's not allowed to leave again. Turns out he can't do any other companies, because he didn't finish this school. Figures. So we are looking. He's happy to be home. We just got back about an hour ago.

Oh, and for those of you who are readin my blog, Tiffany, you rock. Thanks for the email babe. You made my day, and made me feel like I have a good friend in you. And I really, really appreciate it. I don't think you know how much.

Take care all. He's home! YAY!

~K~

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