On one hand, I can't believe it's already Friday. On the other hand, "What?!?!?! It's Friday!?!?!?!" I'll skip all the boring whining about my car/Dad & the cupcakes/everyday life stuff and get to the knitting.
I did yank the original sock off the needles and redesigned it.
This one's a keeper.
I got bored of the new sock so I picked up hubby's 18 mo old sock and finished it (it's really big and really bright).
I immediately cast on the second sock while I still remembered how many sts per round (80).
Last weekend when it was dry out, I took Ricky out for walkies on the front porch. He drooled all over the concrete while sniffing the leg of a wicker chair. Then freaked out when hubby came towards him with a string of Christmas lights in his hands. It turns out that Ricky can back out of his new doggie harness. He ran into the bushes while hubby took off after him. I walked over to the front door, opened it, and called his name. Ricky zoomed into the house and right into the kitchen.
Ricky sez, "You see these fangs? I ain't scared of no Christmas lights."