Hee. Excellent. I am now picturing wandering around with one lovely colorful handmade sock and the other foot totally bare. Poor cold foot.
There is a "you" missing from my last comment. Oops.
Ooh! A sock! I can only dream of getting to the point where I can knit socks. Although I wouldn't, you know, actually dream about it. I'd prefer to have more exciting dreams.
Heh. That totally didn't end up as funny as I thought it would. Stupid sleep deprivation.
You mean, you haven't finished a set of socks for Sebastian? I bet that makes him cry little kitty tears at night. Or during the day when you're not around. Because he needs to hide his secret shame.
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