Guess who’s gonna need a CB handle?
The Sisters are always wanting to leave behind the drudgery of our day jobs, and our search for something else to do with ourselves never ends. It’s constant.
We considered running away and joining the circus last week. Sadly the role of Fat Lady was already taken.
Haha, we jest. Sort of. Hold on – I need another cookie.
Ava had an epiphany last week and we may have found the job we need.
Long-haul truck drivers.
That’s exactly the same expression I made when Ava suggested it.
“What the hell are you talking about?” I scoffed from across my desk. “I’d have to do all the driving.” Ava has never voluntarily driven anywhere if she can make me do it. Generally, I don’t mind. I like driving.
“True,” she agreed without the slightest bit of apology. “I’d keep you awake.”
I still wasn’t sold and my face must have been pretty clear about that.
“There’s a $4,000 signing bonus,” she told me.
I rolled my eyes.
“And–” she paused for effect “–you can bring a pet with you in the truck.”