Today, I got to thinking about a funny Seinfeld episode. You remember that episode where George goes without having sex and it he becomes really smart? Like genius smart? And Elaine is the opposite she, doesn't have sex and she becomes dumb? As in "what is a four letter word for Winnie the _ _ _ _?" And then that guy Elaine is dating who happens to be studying to take his medical exams to become a doctor and due to George being smarter Elaine decides for them to abstain so her beau can be smarter answers, "Pooh" and Elaine cracks up over POOH?
I got to thinking how I am dumber when I have sex. I guess I'm more like poor ole Georgie boy. I get all frazzled. I can't think staight. I can't get the wonderful moment out of my head. I replay it. I savor it. So by being consumed with the moment, it doesn't leave much else for my brain to think about.
Example, this morning it had rained and my hubbie, who works outdoors had some extra time. Lucky me. I tell ya when I went to work. I was a happy camper. Little pink in my cheeks. Spring in my step. More cheerful attitude. However, I couldn't do anything right. Couldn't spell a name that was right in front on me on patients next appointment card. I made stupid little errors. Couldn't remember what modifiers to put on different posts. Looked at the date so many times cuz I couldn't remember what day it was. Ran reports that I had already run. Put charts away that I needed to work on. I would have those moments where I lost time, becuz I was daydreaming about earlier "moments".
I was in a fuzz or a blur. I felt a little ignorant. All becuz of a little morning renedezous.
But you know what?
IT WAS WORTH IT!
Hope you had a happy, pink-in-your-cheeks kind of Tuesday!