Was this the day the bus forget to pick me up???

I don't think so.

That was a memorable day, though.

I waited. And I waited. And I waited some more.

My beloved mother called the school to see if bus #16th street was already back at school.

Yep.

Crap Bag.

My mother had a blonde toddler running around the house in his diaper and a newborn still sleeping in his crib upstairs. So, Rock Valley Elementary School sent the secretary to house #23 on bus #16th street's route to pick up that poor lil' Kooistra girl who was left behind. I think I was in kindergarten. And CLEARLY I am over it.

Let's move on to a different year, shall we?

Here's yours truly waiting for the bus that would take her to first grade.


I look so happy.

It must be the long hair that mom let me grow back.

Or maybe it's my new pink fall jacket.

Or maybe it's the 6 1/2 hours of freedom from the lil' blondie waiting on the other side of the door that is in my near future.

Whatever the reason, I was a happy camper.

Happy Hot Weekend!