Finished sewing up the toe of the final sock last night while watching LOST. (Great show by the way...thanks Tine for bringing me up to date.)
Anyway, not once during the whole knitting process did Jeff ask what I was making. Maybe he noticed and realized they were "manly" looking socks, meant for him. Or maybe he didn't notice at all, which is just as likely. Either way...his birthday dinner starts in about 10 minutes. I'll be able to tell by his reaction if he was onto me or not. Maybe he'll let me take a photo of him modeling the finished pair.
Oh, and yes...the snow on Sunday was a good omen. My Patriots are Superbowl bound! Bring on the Steelers!