So, for whatever reason, I bought a 1,000 piece puzzle this weekend.
It has become an obsession.
I started on it Sunday night around 8:30. I poured the pieces out onto the table and started putting the edge pieces in one pile and the inner pieces in another. I managed to finish the edge (minus one piece that had managed to wonder off) and got myself to bed at a somewhat reasonable hour.
Monday night after bowling I worked on it a little more.
Tuesday morning I worked on it some while Bright Boy was waiting for me in the car. (Oh, right! School. Work. I'm coming.)
Tuesday night. More of the same. (I did do dishes while on a break.)
This morning? Must. Not. Work. On. Puzzle. Must. Go. To. Work.
Tonight? I'm torn. Top Chef comes on at 9:00. I can get supper finished, a couple loads of laundry, get the boy in bed, and maybe sqeeze in some puzzle before TC comes on. I'll probably end up working on it during TC. They'll rerun it anyway.
If I remember, I'll take some photos of it.
Sentences that have been said during puzzle working.
Me - Don't touch the puzzle!
Me - What are you doing?!
Me - Ack!
Me - Don't touch!
Bright Boy - Mom? Where am I supposed to eat?
Me - The coffee table.