I have good news and bad news. Good news: my boyfriend is home. Bad news: he is starting to grow a mullet.
He tells me,
“I’m treating this whole move to North Carolina as a joke.”
Yes. That’s what clip on mullets are for.
It’s not a full mullet yet. It’s just a little long and wispy. I tell him,
“I don’t want to hurt your feelings, but I wouldn’t know it’s a mullet unless you told me.”
“I know. The hairdressers didn’t believe me. But give me another month.”
“Are you really committed to this?”
There’s a long pause.
“I don’t believe you.”
“The problem with mullets is that it could look bad.”