S3x in the Tribulations

You realize you have a story to tell when signs keep popping up all around you. And this week they have really been popping up, like Bug's "Oops, I'm having brain farts" (who I called and told) or Tammy's "Thankful Things" (whom I left hanging in her comments). There were a few others, but these two just struck a chord, especially since memory and husbands and/or children were called into question.

For those who like to blame their memory loss on their children read on.... For those whose husbands like to tease them about their memory loss read on....

After Pan and I married, I started to have little lapses of memory, so he said (actually I was just not paying attention). At the time he worked for a military contracting firm. His immediate supervisor was a man with a photographic memory. Truly an amazing man (considering he will still talk to me after I shot him in the forehead with a rubber dart gun at our wedding). Anyway he could remember facts from projects years past and whenever he would question you about it, if you could not remember, he was fond of pulling out a newspaper article that he carried with him extolling the virtue of having s3x. According to the article, s3x increased your capacity to remember. Pan promptly told me about this article explaining that we needed to have s3x more so that my memory would get better (ha, just like a man, LOL).

As I explained to Pan, both he and his super were leaving a fatal part of information out of the equation. This is a one way street, working only to the benefit of men as during this most intimate of acts they were, in fact, siphoning off the brain cells of their spouses. So for our protection from brain cell loss (and other potentally more fatal effects) men should always use condoms.