Not my most favorite. Things move too much.
Until you see your bus, and you MAY not have left the house when you were supposed to…
Suddenly it doesn’t matter that your boobs are flying everywhere and your feet may or may not kill you upon the grazing of the smallest pebble.
Just hope that bus sees me and waits at that red light… I can catch my breath later.
Whew.
Erin's Bus Dailies 