Boy Crazy?

While driving around yesterday, Evelyn and I were stopped at a red light. This was possibly the luckiest red light of my life. Why, you ask?

Because standing on the corner, waiting for the light to change so he could jog on, stood a VERY hot and VERY handsome figure of a man (maybe 22?). He reminded me of Brad Pitt when he was young- think Thelma and Louise levels of Hawtness here. This was a FINE looking fella. FINE. And slighty sweaty and breathing heavy. And he had muscles. I was sitting there and remotely answering Ev as I was admiring this guy. Ev must have followed my line of sight because all of a sudden , she stopped mid-sentence and gasped. Then in a voice filled with wonder and light she said "OH! MY!!!! Mama WHO is that boy?!?!!"

THEN she said " I want to just kiss him! I really want to kiss that boy."

I said " Evelyn, where would you kiss him?"

E: Our wedding

M: Your wedding?

E: Yes, I am going to marry that boy. I don't even know his name. I don't need to know his name, he can tell me after the wedding!

Sadly, my hot son-in-law jogged off into the sunset.

Much to the dismay of mother and daughter.