Goldisocks

In the past week, I have found three different unexplained girls socks in my room. It confuses me, which probably reveals that there haven't been many um, overnight guests in the past couple months. Last night I tried to puzzle out the sock phenomenon with Sharon's little sister, who is living with us for the summer. Her sister seems young, cute and innocent. That's why, when she suggested that "strange women were probably getting naked in my room while I slept," I nearly choked on my Flavor Ice.

Well I would have, if I had been eating a Flavor Ice. I actually just turned bright red, mumbled something like "girls, socks, feet" and scampered from the room. The end.

Hey everybody, let's try for a post a day. Is that such a big deal? I would call this guy a model, except that he seems to have recently fallen into a pit of craziness.