Odd Days: Alternative Disguise

Yesterday when Durf and I began to contemplate venturing out for our evening constitutional, I knew I didn't want to walk around the neighborhood in my chemo head. And because wind gusts had hit 60 mph (as measured by our very own anemometer), the wig disguise was definitely out. It was damn cold, too!

By the time I finished dressing, I looked like this:
















I was pretty sure nobody would recognize me, but I had some concerns that one of the neighbors might call the Fringe Division.