Possumblog

Remind me not to eat spicy stuff for supper.

Because it makes me dream that I've grown a luxuriously flowing mullet.

I don't really know why it manifested itself last night, although such things have been on my mind. It's been past time for me to get a haircut, and I keep seeing those annoying bristly neck hairs when I brush my hair in the back, and they look really nasty, and then Saturday we made a trip to Wal-Mart, and if you can believe such a thing, we saw a guy with a mullet walking out to his car. After we got past him, Reba said, "Now that was a mullet." And it was. And then sometime either last night or Sunday, Rebecca popped up and asked if I knew the words to Achy Breaky Heart .

"Uh, well, no--I know the song, but I can't remember the words except 'achy,' 'breaky,' and 'heart.'"

She went on to tell me one of her teachers had mentioned that it was sung by "the guy who invented the mo-uhhhm--mohawk?"

"'Mullet,' sugar--and it was Billy Ray Cyrus, and he didn't invent it, he just wears his that way to--to--well, I don't know why."

"Have YOU ever had a mo--a mullet haircut, Daddy?"

No.

At least not until sometime in the tiny hours of the night, when the effects of a highly seasoned chicken fajita kicked in.

I think it's time for a haircut.

And for Mr. Anderson's benefit, Sarah G. beat everyone to it a while ago. But I can say for certain my dream mullet looked NOTHING like this:

Posted by Terry Oglesby at May 23, 2006 12:44 PM