That Damn Sock!

I finished the dear husband's first sock with no problem at all. I started the second, and made the mistake of taking it to a meeting. I was a little too focused on the meeting, and well, I had to rip it out and start again. So, I've knitted the same 4 inches for the second time and a friend comes over to stitch n' bitch, and what happens? About 10 stitches from being at a stopping point I drop a stitch, and in my attempt to fix that I managed to drop another. So, I've put it aside for the last several weeks because I'm afraid that I will end up having to rip it out and knit this second sock for the THIRD DAMN TIME! Apparently, I am not ready to do socks and have a conversation at the same time. I can only watch television. I have been busy reading Greenspan's biography, so once that's done (only 2 chapters to go!) I will be facing my fear - and tackling that sock. The DH better wear these...