I really didn't want to tell him that lazy happened.
So I spent the evening ripping instead of knitting. And cyphering. And re-casting on with 80 fewer stitches. 80! Which I still had difficulty counting, because crap happens to the best of us. After two hours I barely had an inch of ribbing, so I gave up the fight and went to bed.
Today is another day, and I have hope that things will progress a bit smoother. After all, look who visited our yard this morning:
I love cardinals. Love, love, love.
Anyone want to venture a guess at what kind of bird that is? The orange belly makes me think it's a robin, but hubby disagrees because of the white bottom.