Mullets and Suds

Imagine a picture of Bono with a mullet here. Philipp loves Bono with the mullet. Did Germans ever grow a mullet? Or was that North American tradition back in the day?

Anyhow, Vero cut my hair yesterday during the beautiful day yesterday. I dig it, but she thinks that it may grow into a mullet in a few weeks so she wants to do a touchup.

I say NAY! If I’m going to grow a mullet, I say grow for it! This will be a good segueway into the moustache that I must grow for Katie’s cottage. Considering the amount of facial hair that comes my way, I figure I should start growing the moustache around Canada Day to be ready for the August long weekend. I hope they have some amazing challenges lined up for the moustache-off.

In other news, as I have grown older, I have not cared to bend over all day long with a sponge to wash my car. Last year at Rob’s, he introduced me to an amazing invention – a scrub brush with a handle. I’m sure everyone in the world has one and is laughing at me right now, but I had never had one. So I picked one up yesterday at Wal-Mart and I am loving washing my car again! No more bending over…just scrub a little with the brush and you are gold. Or, the car is.

You know, while I’m just speaking about things randomly, can I just say that corn is amazing? Vero and I bought corn for the last two days and it’s amazingly cheap and filling. Granted, an hour later, I think your body has processed whatever it can and then you’re hungry again. But for 50 cents, I can get two corn and be full off of it. You cannot go wrong. In fact, I’m going to start a street vendor shop that sells corn.