Occasionally Mr. Boy will come up behind me, grab me by the waist, and start singing a singsongy tune that sounds like eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh. I could be bending over to retrieve robot parts from the floor, making coffee, or leashing up Daisy the WonderDog for a walk. It doesn't matter what I'm doing, it's like a Universal Sign, the Batsignal in the Sky for joking let's do it, although sometimes it does culminate in, um, doing it.
I'm functionally ten years old, you should probably know that, he's said, but that's okay 'cause I'm functionally thirteen and he loves the older women. Part of what I adore about Will is that he can be incredibly, terribly silly but knows when and how to be serious.
The other night we're sitting on the couch, as The Colbert Report is starting. The strains of the opening song start to play and it hits me.
Your doin' it song sounds suspiciously like the Colbert Report theme.
It does not!
Listen!
He listens. It doesn't sound like that at all.
So what does it sound like?
He thinks but now he can't come up with it the 'doin' it' music at all. He hums a few tunes. The 'dinner is ready!' theme, the 'Daisy the Wonderdog' theme. 'Camptown Races' (which we decided will be the doin' it theme in the slackmistress and Mr. Boy movie, seeing as how it's public domain.) Nothing.
I...I can't come up with it. I don't know what the doin' it music sounds like anymore!
It's okay, baby, you'll remember it eventually.
He panics. But it's never happened to me! I had it earlier!
Really, it's okay. I'm sure it's just the pressure. Performing on demand and all.
I just...
It's okay, we can just cuddle.
We finish watching Stephen and as the end credits roll, it hits him.
That's just it. The doin' it music, it isn't music, he tells me.
It's not?
No, I'm just mimicking the sound of bedsprings creaking.
Oh. But it still kinda sounds like the theme to the Colbert Report.
Pure coincidence.
Okay.
I think about it for a second.
Will?
Yeah?
The problem is that now I'm going to be thinking of Stephen Colbert every time we have sex.
I can live with that.
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Thank you all for your kind words on Tuesday's post. T-Minus eight weeks 'til we get married. Is there anything more that I need to accomplish while single? Also, if anyone has any insight on robot cake toppers or placecards, it would be greatly appreciated.
