Putting Out Fires

Cover of The Wedding Date (Widescreen Edition)

I have a confession. Several nights back, I had a dirty dream. Where this dream came from, I have no idea. I suppose I should tell you what it was, though. In the dream, I was on vacation on a beach. I called up this guy - a male escort - for the sole purpose of getting it on. I didn't even know that male escorts existed until I had watched The Wedding Date a couple of weeks ago. Anyway, my escort was incredibly hot and...incredible...in many other ways as well. It was such a realistic dream that when I woke up, I was disappointed it was over and then worried that I had talked in my sleep because it seemed so real. I can only imagine what I would have said. Hubby never mentioned me talking in my sleep, though, so I figured I was safe.

The next night, just to be sure I didn't indulge in more dirty dreams, I laid in bed and read the news on my Blackberry. Financial problems, murder, mayhem, Michael Jackson - that will teach my subconscious a lesson! No way will there be any dirty dreams after that, right?

I woke up the next morning with the memory of burning buildings. Ahh, YES! No dirty dreams. Smugly, I walk into my bathroom and start getting ready for the day. Soon enough, hubby was behind me and I saw a smirk on his face as I looked in the mirror.

Him: Hey babe, have any good dreams last night?
Me: Hm, nope. I don't think so.
Him: Are you sure? There was lots of moaning.
Me: *Blushing* No, definitely not. I remember some burning buildings.
Him: These were not moans over a burning building.
Me: I was dreaming that I was trying to find a way to put out the fires! It was nothing dirty!
Him: Unless you were planning to pat out the fires with your gyrating hips, I'm pretty sure it was a dirty dream.

Putting Out Fires