Because sometimes we're just bad people.

One of Kenny's favorite Peach Day's activities is to play "Count the Mullet." My whole family takes (hopefully, but not always) discreet cell phone photos of various mulleted individuals and, at the end of the day, compares said photos to determine the Best Peach Days Mullet of the Year. (Yes, we are horrible people. Sorry.) There's even been talk of us participating in the parade wearing fake mullets, riding a float fashioned to look like a giant mullet. (Again, I'm sorry. Please don't judge us too harshly.) Unfortunately, Brigham City had a shortage of mullets this year. (However, our disappointment was lessened somewhat by the abundance of women sporting the "Bump-it" look.)


Fast forward to last Saturday. It was our church's semi annual General Conference. The last session of conference on Saturday is only for male members over 12 (or those holding the Priesthood). My Uncle Don was able to attend this session at the Church's Conference Center in Salt Lake (where the meeting is filmed for mass broadcast). When Kenny returned home after viewing the session locally, I asked how the session went. Kenny responded that the session "was good. But oh yeah! Your Uncle Don texted me to say he saw an epic mullet at the conference center! I don't think he was able to get a photo though." Two things:


1 - apparently spiritual enlightenment is "good" but doesn't always compare to mullets
2 - My uncle DID, in fact, get a photo. Enjoy.

I have no words.