Sex n' Wrestling.

Sunday 5:43pm:

Some couples share sweet nothings in post-coital bliss. 

Mr. Boy and I discuss cartoons. 

At least this is what we were doing today, our post-coital moments marked by the eternal question of was Jem a bitch who kept the Holograms down, or were they an untalented backup band who was just lucky to be there? 

(Truly outrageous.)

And what was the name of  Saturday Morning Cartoon featuring the WWF wrestlers Hulk Hogan, Captain Lou Albano, and Junkyard Dog.

It was called Rock n' Wrestling, he says.

No, I'm pretty sure it was called something else.

Rock n' Wrestling?  I thought that was the one on MTV?  This was the one on the bus.

I know.  ROCK N' WRESTLING.

I leapt out of bed, naked.  I'm gonna check.

Dammit, I hate when he's right.

(Mr. Boy has this on VHS.)

(He also has Rock n' Wrestling bedsheets, but we haven't had sex on them. Yet.)