mullet

I'm quite aware Gina, that this is my third post in one day but it'll be brief so just suck it up for a second.

While putting together a slide show of pictures for Gma MP's birthday bash on Sunday, I came across this photo.

Why did no one call Child Services on our mother? I'm the PWT child in the background sitting on the counter and Mel's the other proud owner of the apparently trendy mullet. And was that the year that I got a hold of the scissors and raged against my bangs?

On a side note, I think we were helping G make her delicious homemade noodles!

I was probably eating them raw. You eat whatever you can get your hands on when you're a Hickerson.