I rarely go more than five or six miles away from home. Yet in the last five days, I've been on the Baltimore Beltway three times. Driving on the Beltway is similar to watching a ballet zoom by at seventy miles an hour. Some cars swoop gracefully from lane to lane with apparent ease. Others sort of stutter dance uncertainly, hedging their bets until the last moment. And of course there are the ones I call the anchor cars. They're the ones that find a lane and stick to it through thick, thin, fast and slow until it's time to exit.
Though I'm pretty much an anchor car type driver, I rarely have to step on the brake because I like to be observant enough to notice that the cars up ahead are slowing down. And therefore, I am really annoyed by drivers that spend their entire time on the Beltway pumping their brakes. That's one of my all time pet peeves. If you're gonna stop, then darn it, stop. Otherwise drive! If you're constantly having to slow down, it's probably because you're too close! And therefore you're driving too fast!
Yeah, don't get me started...
Anyway, I suppose you want to know about the bouncing boobs part. See, I wear a sports bra. I'm, um, in need of some hydraulic lift and support. And sports bras are supposed to keep you in place, so to speak. Note that word supposed to.
So we're barreling down the Beltway with the boobs bouncing merrily along as though I was jumping on a trampoline. Boomdity, boomdity, boom. And I'm thinking if this is the way I bounce around while driving down the road, what happens when I go for a walk?
I mean, for real--isn't this what these flipping snug sports bras are for? 'Cause truthfully my main goal in life is not to spend time having my boobs squashed flat. Just sayin'... Anyone else had this happen? What's up with that?
Anyway, that's my bit for today. Hope y'all have a good one!