When I started my new position here at work, I introduced myself to my new team leader by showing him the picture below. With that being said, I will do the same for my blog. Yes, I was given a mullet growing up. A she-mullet to the extreme that will forever live as the worst Cara-do I have had. And why am I in what looks like a pajama shirt while Phil is in a red pimp suit?
My mom cannot provide accurate answers to that question... or why she let me rock the mullet in the first place.
I am waiting to see this in an "awkward family photo" post or an email chain with awful Olan Mills pictures as the feature.
Until then... Enjoy!
