Wednesday, June 16, 2010

The Mullett.

I confess. I rocked it once. Business in the front, party in the back? O yes.

Time frame?  5-6th grade.  The optimal time want to be cool, of course.  The sad thing is that my mother thought it was super cute and made me curl the front in big poofs.  So not only was the party in the back, it spilled into the front.  Not as pretty as Mom hoped, I'm afraid.

It must be an MK rite of passage, the bad haircut.  Some of my friends also had some interesting styles going on, but I'm going to be real, real honest.  This hair that I blame entirely on my mother, was on a level all its own.

In the interests of full disclosure, here it is.  Take a moment to drink it in. (=

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