I felt depressed.
Today my father and I took Junior to visit my brother, Teddy, in Boston. Chuck was home suffering from a condition I'm not supposed to blog about (he's having surgery on Wednesday). We took Junior to the park. What stood out: A nicely coiffed man and his toddler son let Junior play with their inflatable ball, which was covered in pictures of cheery animals. A woman played pretend airplane with her kids and didn't use the words "youse" or "fuckhead" once. A group of smiling mommies befriended me and after talking to them, I felt the opposite of depressed.
Junior, the time to trade your mullet locks for a proper haircut is getting really, really close.
P.S. I know there are flashers, spitters, cussers and germaphobes in Boston, too, but this is my pity party so for now let's just pretend the sun shines everywhere else but in Mulletville? O-freaken-k?
24 comments:
Hey, he could pass for Billy Ray Cyrus......
Crap, Suzi stole my line!
You're going to cut those luscious locks??
Are you just feeling sorry for yourself (you're allowed) or are you really going to move?
So sorry. Seriously. I am getting a mental hernia from lifting that dragon lady and throwing her out of the park. Ick. Anyway you have my sympathy. Those aforementioned qualities make my skin crawl.
That hair is incredible. Incredible. I wonder if it would suit me.
Maybe the "condition" is why he was lounging in his boxers! lol
That photo is killing me. I hope your brother's surgery goes well.
Suzi, you're right! I had no idea I'd birthed Billy Ray's lovechild.
The people at the park just sound so wonderful. Did you invite any to come home with you?
What is it with 'youse'? They do it prominently here in PA...and 'youins'...luckily after living here for almost 11 years, I still refuse to pick up the lingo...and I'll still get the occasional 'youins ain't from around here, arya?' ;)
And I'm impressed you birthed the lovechild of Billy Cyrus. Really. ;)
He was born to sing.
And we have those people here too, in the big city. Not something I admit too easily, but it's true.
We lived in western Wisconsin for a few years. We were actually going to build a house and live in the country, another Mulletville. We left for the city, not a huge city but at least a place where not everyone is married to a blood relative. Hang in there.
But the mullet is all shiney and sparkely!!! He just need a little goatee to go with it!!! :)
The tough thing about picking a new home is there's no real way to know what you're neighbors are like till you move in.
Oh, I hear you. We lived away for a LONG time and now that I'm home everything is golden...and cuss free. It's so so so nice.
Oh, and it's your blog, venting is what it's here for doncha know.
But those are the people that make people watching fun!
Your park is full of schmucks.
Don't you hate always having to qualify your reality with things like "I know there are flashers, spitters, cussers and germaphobes in Boston, too..." It's your pity party and I don't have to pretend to know that Mulletville is as different from Boston as Tokyo.
I think this may be my favorite picture ever.
You could totally move to Alabama...that mullet would be the envy of the whole state...heck, he might even be elected governor with hair like that!! :)
I don't think I've ever seen a more adorable mullet.
You photoshoped that thing on your kids head, right? RIGHT?
As a proud resident of Boston, I will tell you that we are pretty much perfect in every way, and you should move here.
And when you do, call me up for drinks, K?
Your Mulletville park sounds a lot like our local Walmart on the weekends. Pretty scary!
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