While waiting for a CAT-Scan at the radiologist, I discreetly point out to my husband what is easily the best-crafted mullet haircut I've seen in years, worn by a 50-ish, large man. It was one of those...I don't know what you call them--"super-mullets?" that form an automatic ponytail. I mean, really--this 'do took some maintenance, not to mention that admirable renegade spirit that I imagine must be shared by all mullet-sporters. All we could get was a bad camera-phone pic from a distance, but if you squint...Anyway, Dear Husband then puts on his best redneck voice and whispers, "Yep. Business in the front, paaaarty in the back."
I could have killed him. I suppose I also could have reminded him that he had just spent a weekend building a homemade potato cannon, even going so far as to NAME it ("The Elimi-'Tater")...but I didn't.