You want a good lesson for life?  Here it is:  Don't sing along while you blast your iPod or walk out of your bedroom half-naked because your daddio might to forget mention he invited some 17-year-old guys over to the house for a meeting of some sort.  Luckily he hadn't turned around yet and I managed to dash back into cover and throw some clothes on before being seen, and I don't think my tra-la-la's were heard, but I'd say I felt quite tragically scandalous.
  But okay, really.  Can someone explain to me how it is that it's January yet I already have a tan line?  Oh yeah, that's right.  It's Arizona.