Rrribit, rrribit….

No…it isn’t summer yet. That isn’t a frog you hear…..
That’s the sound of my ripping out the first Mother’s Day sock! I was just finishing the foot and getting to the toe decrease when I saw something so horrible, I let out a frightened yelp! A dropped stitch in an otherwise perfect sock, and guess where?….the turned part of the heel. *you know*, one of the weight bearing parts of the sock…otherwise, I so would have fudged it in. Sigh….
Back to the heel again. Now where did I put that bottle of Jack?