I need to ride the bus more often. Stop admiring the ache in my over-sized calves. Bus folk can be fascinating to observe, and good writing often stems from observation, but I'm finding it hard to resist the boastful mammy in my head:
damn, girl, you walked how many miles today? pushin' that big-ass british stroller full of large healthy child up them hills? an' wearin' a back-pack full of groceries?
i love mammy, but she needs to hush so i can get over myself.
anamomda disengenuously admits to hoofing 8+ miles with the best stroller passenger imaginable.