Hometown Irony

when hub and I were gone out of state last fall, son and dil met a couple they’ve become friends with but seems like some people evidently just need a kick of some sort to get started because they met at a fast food restaurant that he was working at only part-time and far enough away was basically costing him to go to work, now why he couldn’t get a job where she ended up going to work I don’t understand but when she did then she asked him to just quit to stay home and watch the kids – and then got upset at him not working but that’s a long story in itself – now this couple wasn’t married, somewhat typical I know but in this case maybe made it easier since neither of these children were his – I know, I know, just part of the big story – but anyway he decided all things considered maybe just best if he just leave – and that has been what has led to dil keeping the kids, so….anyway, once that happened then…

he got a really good job with a metal assembly, fabricating, manufacturing – something like that – place that does big commercial jobs like for the proliferation of poultry plants in the area – did you know the SE has the highest, if not the only, concentration of those plants in the country? (thanks to a food policy course I just took) with one of them being, not just here, but in my hometown, where he’s been sent to put in a new line in the one up there – inside info, since dil’s aunt is a manager there – so he’s up there now, took a video going on the bridge across the lakes to get there and staying in the very motel we stayed in when we went, so…

will see what happens

About donnainthesouth

I'm a transplant, born up north but raised in the middle, now I'm down here where you don't see too many snowflakes; I'll probably post just about as often (here at least)
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