Dirty thoughts...

I picked up my daughter from the school bus this afternoon. I'm perched on the 4wheeler, writing some outline things for a chapter into my notebook, when the bus pulls up. I look up from writing and I swear, I could not keep my jaw from dropping.

The driver was HOT! I mean, stepped out of the pages of International Male or GQ ...HOT!

He smiles and waves and I have to force myself not to slide off the 4wheeler into a quivering mass of jello. We trade a few words while my daughter is climbing onto the 4wheeler. As it turns out, he's got this low, sexy, husky voice that just gives fuel to dreams of hot, sweaty, sex.

I sit there for a moment, watching him drive away and then ask my daughter. "Who was that?"

She says, "Oh, that's Mr. ----"

And I say, "But he's not your normal driver."

She laughs and says, "No, he's the high school principal. He was just driving us today because Mr. ---- was sick."

"Ooooh, I see." I get caught up in the thoughts of his voice again and wonder how come WE never had a hot Principal.

She then punches me on the shoulder and says, "I know, he's hot, right?"

"Oh shut up."

She giggles incessantly and I'm tempted to make her get off and walk the mile home. Little shit. I'm going to have to watch that one!

By the way...

I will reiterate that I am happily married. But just 'cause I'm married...doesn't mean I'm dead!! When a gorgeous guy crosses my path, damn it, I'm going to fucking look. Or drool, or wish, or think dirty, nasty thoughts....!!