Return of the Mullet, oh, and I Might Die.

Today the coolest thing ever happened! I was at a certain Wally store and there he was. Only, I wasn't sure if he was a he or a she. Kinda had a baby face, it was deceiving okay?? And just so you know there is a Special Place reserved for me in a place thats really hot, for sharing this one.


*Setting*
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)

Front View.

Wait! Is he wearing a Hawaiian shirt too? Classic! 

Back View.

(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.