1) There are Knitters everywhere. I went to a New Year's party at the girls' house (finally "legally" married, yahoo!) and met someone wearing socks in a pattern and yarn I had used, though not in conjunction. Of course, I wore store-bought socks and was not nearly as impressive (lesson: always wear your best socks to parties). The best part? The Husboy recognized Reptilian Lace socks without the beads. Despite his gigantic feet, he's a keeper.
2) Semantics matter. According to the insurance company, I was as good as cured as soon as the ball dropped New Year's Eve. Although nothing really changed at that moment, I have been feeling much better. I've even been busting my rear on the skates I received for Hanukkah. Sorry, no pictures. I am so glad I asked for a week of vacation to enjoy my newly declared wellness.
3) Stinker spelled backwards is Reknits. Sometimes having a nerdy husband works out.
