It's Mullet Monday!!!

I really think I may need to make this a regular Monday feature. I don't know why I didn't think of this when I lived in Georgia, where mullets are the state mascot.

Anyway, we were out and about on Saturday, and Will had to go into some electronic store. I waited in the van with the kids. And thank goodness I did, or I would have missed out on this!

Be warned: Do not look directly at the mullet, as its spectacularness may blind you.

(Click on them for the full mullet experience. In IMAX.)

Isn't it beautiful? Are you weeping like the double rainbow guy yet? Because you should be. That right there is a fantastic specimen of mullet.

What I really want to know is what one asks for at the barber shop to get a cut like that. I mean, do you call it a mullet? "Hey Joe, give me a mullet." Or is it more along the lines of, "I'd like the front to be short, business friendly, and preferably so feathered that Farrah Fawcett will rise from her grave out of pure jealousy. In the back, I'd like it to be flowing. I have such great natural wave that it'd be a shame not to show it off."

Because the latter is pretty much how I imagine it going down.