Oh, of course! They wore shirts! It all makes sense now.

In which your humble narrator prattles on concerning poop and cartoons.

It's Saturday morning and Wife-a-roo is minding the progeny. I informed her yesterday that every single poop that either one of the little darlings produces this weekend is her responsibility because both of them crapped so much while she was at work this week that in order to maintain the poopy-diaper ratio that keeps our marriage intact, she was going to have to be the main poop-changer for two days. So this is just like a vacation for me, except I'm still at home and have to clean and grade papers and work and stuff.

For some reason I woke up this morning with a strong "It's Saturday!" feeling which made me want to watch Saturday morning cartoons. But sadly the Saturday morning cartoons of 1984 aren't on anymore. Mostly it seems to just be more of the same insipid morning "news" shows that are on during the week only with third-string anchors instead of Meredith Vieira, George Stephanopolous or Harry Smith.

On the plus side, after some interwebular research I finally found the answer to a a question I've been asking for what seems like months. That question was (usually directed at Sister-of-Me) "What was that one weird cartoon about a bunch of animals living in a tree in a park, and maybe they fought crime or something? I feel like there was a girl Panda bear and maybe a bashful mole involved somehow."

The answer is "Shirt Tails."

I had completely forgotten that they wore shirts. Duh.

And last, does anyone remember another cartoon on at that time which had the hilarious title "Pole Position?" Fortunately I was only able handle one entendre at a time at the tender age of 5. It was a sort of British speed racer. I encourage you to go here to read the theme lyrics, because if you're immature like me, they'll make you giggle.