The next couple of days involved James' entire family getting his truck out because we had to get back on the road. Ah, good times, good times.
Four months ago, the love of my life became a truck driver. Now I get to be on the road with him. These are my stories, the ones of the road less travelled, of a life that most have opinions of but don’t really know about and all new adventures for me as I get my first glimpse at life outside of Georgia. Enjoy!
Tuesday, November 6, 2012
So you're not going to believe this...
The Universe threw us a couple of curve balls the other day, the first of which involved losing place of something valuable to me, knowing I had it in storage, and spending and hour and a half not finding it. The other one came later when we had stopped off at our friend's place to start laundry and then head on to see a friend of ours. That was when Carrollton's finest pulled us over. Apparently they had run our regular truck tag and it came up uninsured. What followed was 15 minutes of digging to find registration, in failure, then calling James' entire family only to discover his father had taken his truck off the insurance policy without informing him. Next thing we know, we are standing on the sidewalk with all of our belongings piled at our feet as the truck gets towed away.
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