Socks-and-Sandals

-Doggish Tendencies- Carl sat at his computer. His parents were out...somewhere and Chloe was also....somewhere. Though it was probably not the same 'somewhere' as where Janet and Barney's 'somewhere'. Chloe's 'somewhere', Carl decided, was definably more dark and depressing then where ever his parents would have taken her. She was probably out with Damien, praising the dark lord or something. Perfect freezing rainy weather for it. So skateboarding was out. On the bright side, this meant that Carl had the house to himself. Well, beside Rex and C2. Carl was free to do whatever he wanted for the next memorable stretch of time. Absolutely anyt

It was the perfect day. The sun shined all through Paris, leaving the whole town gleaming, placing shade in just the right places. The air smelled of freshly baked bread and sweet perfume. Even the citizens held a smile for all to see, although a certain red-head seemed to shine above all else. At least that's what it seemed like to the red-white clad Mime who spotted that pearl white grin from afar. I want to say it first That thought had been crossing his mind all day, all year if you want to be specific. That's right; a year, a whole year, right on this very day. Today marked the one year anniversary for Le Mime and Jack Spicer, his mi