Mullet Madness

I realize I have been absent from the blogging world for a couple of months now. I'm confident that it has really effected your life in traumatic ways. I'm breaking the silence, not with an update about recent job news and a future move (that will be for another blog) or about politics or what's going on in the world (hopefully another blog), but I write to you about mullets. I love them. A lot. How much you ask?
So last week I found out that the plastic material coded as #7 is highly unsafe to drink from. Apparently I live under a rock or just don't care enough to watch Dateline specials on Saturday nights. I called REI and they proceeded to tell me that I had probably been drinking toxins for the last couple of years. Mmmmm...is that what that was? They told me to come in for an exchange. Seems simple enough I guess, but then it hit me. I'd have to surrender the mullet sticker that found its home on my death trap of a bottle.

I spent the next day or two seriously trying to justify my reason for keeping the bottle and had even convinced myself that if I hadn't died from the toxins yet, I'd probably be fine. I finally gave into my better judgment and went to REI a couple days later. Before I went into the store I sat in my car and tried to salvage my precious mullet sticker off the bottle. Although I was successful, the feeble stickiness tells me this glorious sticker will never again grace the side of any safe, non-toxic water bottle. Tear.
I was sad for a few days until redemption came this weekend. I saw this beauty:

A new leaf has turned over for my love for mullets and mullet-based merchandise. I don't have any special relationship with Florida, but this is fabulous!