Undie heads.

It was a Saturday morning.

Beck's Guero album was blaring in the background (Beck's a genius by the way).

Laundry was everywhere.

Oscar put some underwear on his head, so Angus and I did too.

We were dancing like mad with undies stretched on our heads.

It rocked, like really rocked.

(To listen to a couple of my faves from that album click here and here.)