Sometimes...

There is only two words. F*ck me.

Yeah. So I picked up some knitting that had been laying around. Feeling good, I was cursing along. I had split up a v-neck and I had half of one side done. I picked it up, and finished one side, and was almost done with the second side when I realized that I was 6 stitches off. One side was almost 2 inches larger then the other. F*ck. So. I frogged back to the beginning of the v-neck split, and I'm starting over again.