From last night's going-away party for Mr. Landlord, i submit true evidence of the miracle of the mental oneness of marriage:

Mr. Landlord: <blah blah blah blah blah blah blah>
Mr. Spawning: <blah blah blah blah> rap music <blah blah blah> Hit 'Em Up <blah blah blah>
Mrs. Spawning: "I hated that bass thi--Are you wearing And 1's?!"
Mr. Landlord: "I'm so proud that [scrappykid] bought those shoes. That's even better than him listening to rap music."
Scrappykid: "Look, i'm just glad i'm in the children's section. These were $20 less than the adult size."
Mrs. Spawning: "[Scrappykid] doesn't listen to rap music."
Mr. Landlord: "When [scrappykid] bought that Aiwa stereo, he said to me, 'There will be no rap music played on these speakers.' I came into his room one day, and what was playing? RAP MUSIC!"
Scrappykid: "'Strue. Everyone listens to rap music, i guess."
Mrs. Spawning: "Mr. Spawning doesn't listen to rap music!"
Mr. Spawning: <guilty smile>

I count Mr. Spawning lucky that Mr. Landlord didn't reveal why he listened to rap music in the late '90s. I'll spill the beans here, because no reminiscing about shameful late teen behavior is complete without it: Mr. Landlord told him that Michael Jordan listens to rap music, and listening to rap music (and R&B) would make him a better basketball player. So he did. And i must say, Mr. Spawning destroyed me off the dribble yesterday in a 1-on-2 situation. I could hear his wife laughing at me from her luxurious lounge chair at the other end of the court.

First off, how does Mrs. Spawning know about And 1's? She also wasn't sure Mr. Spawning's favorite player is Michael Redd, so, despite the creepy Vulcan mind-meldedness of her knowing about basketball shoes and him knowing about camping gear... it's still a wash.

Secondly, i didn't know And 1 made anything except those hilarious trash-talking t-shirts until the day i bought those shoes with Mr. Landlord.

Thirdly, it was just one rap song.