Checkout line. Super short line, only 1 person in front of me. Older lady. Young boy/girl character.
Boy/Girl character was sporting the BEST MULLET SINCE THE ACHY BREAKY HEART GUY!!!! (so sue me, I can't think of his name at the moment)
Me: (in my head, hopefully not out loud) Oh My Gosh! I wonder if his granny would be offended if I started taking pics of that mullet... Wait, is there some law about taking pics of someone else's kid? No mullet is worth jail time- thats for sure. Only this one is really close to being worth it. Ok, improvise:
Littlest is here wearing her Giraffe clip, she loves the Giraffe clip. I bet she would go for an impromptu photo shoot. What she doesn't know is that I am gonna make sure that mullet is in the picture too! I can't wait to show this one off! Oh man, I am not nice. I am a horrid person. I can't help myself.
So, ignore Littlest and check out Mullet Kid (who turns out to be a boy; I'm 73% sure anyways)
Wait! Is he wearing a Hawaiian shirt too? Classic!
(btw- isn't that the cutest Giraffe EVER?)
(I designed it myself. Currently working on a hippo.)
See? What did I tell you? Best Mullet Ever.
It even has the almost curly look!!!
In other news: I think I might die soon from tick poisoning. I've mentioned how my yard is over run with ticks, right? Well- typically not an issue. Pull it off and flush it. Never had to worry.
Until the last two weeks. I had one attach itself to my hip, super crazy place to get one- maybe it had rabies and was all confused about where it was and thats why I am the sickness now??? Or maybe it's cause of the poop water. Poop water can make anyone sick. Anywho, I finally went to the doctor who loaded me up with antibiotics and steroids. And because I love you, I am going to share my sickness with you.
I tried really hard to cover the stretch marks, fat rolls,
and other such "mommy marks" so I wouldn't scare you too bad.
Oh, and my undies cause Charley wouldn't like them posted all
over the interweb. At least I assume he wouldn't like it...
I now officially feel like a pharmacy. Oldest gets two pills a day, I get 3 (with antibiotic now I get 6) and thats assuming I don't take Xanex or Ambien ;) and Littlest has the snuffies and gets dosed 3 to 4 times a day. Oh, and I can't leave out the dog- he gets seizure meds twice a day. From the time I wake up until I go to bed I am dispensing meds, or waiting to dispense meds, or worrying about when I need to dispense the next round. I now have dreams about meds. I feel like a school nurse who's only job is to hand out meds and the occasional Dora the Explorer Band-Aid.
Send help. And lets hope I don't die or anything cause if I do Charley would prolly get mad at me. And my kids might miss me someday.