I know that other people's dreams are boring, but I keep having awful knitting anxiety dreams. I reach for my needles and the tips break off. I go to the grocery store and the clerk is wearing my favorite sweater--only she's ripped big holes in it. Awful.
David and I are about to celebrate our first anniversary. We made it official on January 26, 2007. Since the first anniversary is traditionally paper, I'm knitting him a desk accessory suitable for an Air Force cop. Yup, toilet paper.