I'm just dyin' to put this sock on, see how it fits since I haven't knit with this yarn/this size needles before. So, I take off my shoe and sock and slip it on over my ankle. While I'm gazing at this wondrous thing, the phone rings. I deliver the above message and the caller says something like "Oh that's ok, I just faxed you some stuff and I need to make sure it got there ok" I look at the fax and the visible page is one of those "Three days, two nights in Cancun for $99" The fax is across the room, so yarn in hand and ribbing on foot and amble over to see what's what. I did hear a little sound as I came back but there are lots of little sounds in our bldg.
I assure the caller that the fax is here and legible and then realize...OMG there's a DPN lying on the floor. I look down to discover that there are now ladders where 22 stitches used to be! The words I muttered fiercely were not appropriate office language so I won't repeat them here.
I tried to reconstruct, but it never looked right so Tap is now but a memory hopefully to be redone today. It's all about the process, right?