Last Friday night, I sent a friend a text message saying "spaghetti wig?" Got a response saying "great." That's pretty much how all perfect Saturday's begin, right? The following day I went over to "the model's" house where I found him and another friend engrossed in a zombie movie. Wasn't surprised - only pleased. An undisclosed amount of Rainier was introduced and then the wig was born. It just so happened that it was Halloween last Saturday. Even better.
Here are a couple of results from an afternoon of vitamin R, zombies, spaghetti and a whole bunch of giggling.