This evening, I stretched out on the bed and delighted in my sore muscles, releasing their tension. After a few moments of complete relaxation, I turn my head to look at Jeff. His eyes are glazed over, lost in Sports Center.
I know I can entice him.
Entice him to enjoy my gift of Intelligent conversation.
"Can you please take me somewhere tonight, so I can see the full moon? It is called the honey moon and it hasn't happened since 1919."
Jeff glances outside at the evening sun.
I continue, "I really want to see it. Where could we go? The river? Is that where it will set? Yes! That is west! Let's go to the river to see the moon. It will be beautiful!"
Jeff turns and looks at me as I roll over onto my side, eagerly awaiting the- "sure! we'll make it a date, you gorgeous genius."
But instead he slowly drops his jaw, shifts his eyes to the ceiling then back at me (a poorly camouflaged eye roll), as he says,
"The sun is the one that sets, not the moon. We don't orbit the moon."
My cheeks flushed as my hair turned from brown to blond, and my IQ returned it's Mensa card.
Good thing I have attractive elbows!