An Ed Story

I came downstairs to find Ed in the family room preparing to go to hockey. He was taping up his ankles in hopes of avoiding painful blisters from his new skates. I got my snack and sat down to watch TV. Ed got up and started looking for his sock. He had one on and couldn't find the other. He accused me of sitting on it and I wasn't. He looked under the couch, in his bag, under cushions. I could tell it was driving him crazy that he lost it and he had it only a minute ago. How does that happen? He went into the kitchen and I could just barely see his reaction when he found his sock. He felt like a complete dope because he had put sock number two on over sock number one! No WONDER he couldn't find it! That's my Ed!