Yes, I was that kid
I got a text from Carly, not 5 minutes ago with a picture and text saying…well, here. Just look for yourself:
Let’s get a close up, shall we?
Third grade on the left, second grade on the right.
Let’s look beyond the fact that I smiled without showing my teeth, shall we? Let’s just get to the guts of it all. Because I know we’re all thinking it here.
I had a mullet. Business up front, party in the back.
And then, since of course, since mullets are SO NOT COOL, I got it all cut off. And then some.
I’d like to think it was a glorified bowl cut.
And my husband, whom I love dearly 98% of the time said, “I never knew I married a man.”
There ya have it, kids. My most embarrassing photos. AND THEY’RE IN YEARBOOKS FOR ALL TO SEE.
Thanks for the reminder, Carly.