It's been an interesting, fun packed few days. The department where I work at our paper mill has been shut down for at least eight days for some urgent maintenance, so to get ahead of the work hours I'd miss I worked as much overtime as possible last week.

Today Wendy and I decided to get to work in the yard and try to make our house look like people actually live here. So we went to the local Wal-Mart to pick up a few things and while we were there I saw a guy with the most amazing, intense mullet I've ever seen. This mullet was a thing of beauty. I'd never seen anything like it in my life and I couldn't resist the urge to grab a couple of cellphone pics to share with the blogosphere. I'm telling you, this guy is the undisputed Dark Prince of Mulletvania. I really wanted to walk up to him and say "Dude, you totally RAWK." But, of course, he knows that he totally rawks, so it would have been pointless.

I gotta say, I actually kind of admire guys who walk around with mullets in this day and age. They have got to know that mullets are the single most unfashionable, frowned-upon hairstyle in the world right now. You can't log onto the net, for instance, without coming across website after website after website dedicated to mullet mocking. So to wear a mullet these days is the ultimate way to thumb your nose at modern culture. I almost wish I had the nerve.

After our Wal-Mart trip, Wendy and I went to San Juan, a local Mexican restaurant that has, in our opinion, the best food of any kind in a sixty mile radius. I'm a huge chimichanga fan and rarely order anything else, so Wendy was amazed when I got adventurous and ordered something from the unchartered parts of the menu. I asked for a combo plate, and although I was pretty sure I knew what I was ordering, when my plate arrived I was perplexed to see a taco, an enchilada, and what appeared to be a deep-fried human heart.

Since I couldn't identify it and since Wendy seemed simply amused by my predicament, I ate my taco and my enchilada and kept an eye on the "heart" in case it started beating. Once I got the nerve to try a fork full, it turned out that it was, in fact, a stuffed Poblano pepper. It was stuffed with cheese and rice and covered with a spicy sauce, and it was delicious, just like everything at San Juan always is.

Mmmmm.

So I guess the point of today's post is: be adventurous. Don't let society's expectations or your own habits cause you to get stuck in a rut. The happiest man in the world, I'd imagine, is the man who has the nerve to grow the back of his hair half way down his back and sit in a restaurant eating what appears to be a deep-fried human heart.

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