So, tonight, sitting in our new chairs, playing Scrabble on the IPad and watching the kids play soccer. I work on socks between turns. I had made the spouse a sandwich of prosciutto, mozzarella and basil for dinner which (when combined with all the other stuff mentioned above) inspired "when the hell did we turn into the yuppie scum of the new century?"
Here are the socks. I can still make nice socks even after selling my soul, I guess.