I am soo dead. I got my Socks of Death in the mail yesterday from my Assassin. My assassin who happens to be one of the sweetest knitters ever and I feel like an awful schmuck about the um, sock I’m about to send her. Kind of. See, I’m a pretty slow knitter and well, I’m almost at the heel on the socks I was knitting for my Target. They’re toe up socks.

Katrina, I mean, return postage?? You must have been hiding in my car and seeing me continually show up at the postoffice 5 minutes after they close, like every time I go. Making it to the postoffice means taking off work early. You were spost to kill me with socks, not kindness. Dang. Wow.

More post later and with pictures but I needed to announce really quickly that I am officially dead and OUT of the Sock Wars.

Katrina, the box is going into the mail to you today. I hope I’m not too late!