mullet fortified

Today, I saw the best mullet in a long time. It was supernatural in it’s mulletness even. Some sort of super-mullet.

It was during lunch at Boston Pizza where work took the staff out for my birthday and Chris’ going away lunch. Chris would be our intern who is going back to law school. Towards the end of it, the Mullet walked in and looked around — waiting to be served. It was pretty greasy, came with a beard and featured a well-developed receding hairline. Reminded me of Dog the Bounty Hunter, but in a less-muscled and dirty brown sort of way. I also never once heard him say “Brah.”

So the mullet itself was pretty great all on it’s own, but when he walked by our table, “Hot Blooded” by Foreigner started playing. Myself, and the people around me almost lost it.

Thankfully, he didn’t notice.

I’m 27 now. It feels a lot like 26, but smells slightly different.

My babies are growing quite well. There was a cluster of them that I separated on the weekend (they were fighting, had to go to their rooms) and was afraid I might have “accidentally” killed one of them (if any Child Protection people call, assure them it was an accident, or that they deserved it; that excuse always works. Honest). But, it seems to be growing still, if a bit stunted. Dave and I, during a talk today, debated naming them. I’m still thinking of going for “Pesto In Training” but he, after quite the laugh, assured me I couldn’t call it that. Something about morals I think.

So please, leave comments with your best name idea and I, uh, I’ll make a sign? I guess? With crayons and take a picture of it, maybe?
Or, if you like “Pesto In Training” or just want to bother Dave, then vote for that one.

The trip to Humber Valley hasn’t happened yet. But it might soon. We’re moving a printer out there and I’ll be going (hopefully shipped in a different crate than the printer) to help set it up. I’ve also got a bed coming in a week and a housewarming the following week. So the bets are on to see if they ship me out to miss my bed, or miss my own housewarming. Either (or both) is quite likely I assure you.

And for the relief (or fretting) of all of you, my Birthday Gift to myself was signing up for driving lessons in September.

I’ll also have some other little stories to tell soon.