When one has spent the previous evening pretending that one is half of one's age, singing karaoke, and making your next 60 best friends, put the needles down. Step away. Especially if one isn't a very experienced knitter in the first place.
Had I known where my camera was, I would have taken a picture of it. The nap blanket I had begun for the Marvelous Miss Thing was, at one end, about 4 inches long. At the other, 6 inches. I'm not quite sure how I got the 2 inch discrepency, but it was clearly there.
Mr. H and I giggled about it. I decided that it was pointless to just rip out the stitches because I'm not even sure where the problem began. I unraveled the whole thing and will start over fresh, and sober.