It's kinda a Christmas tradition with me. Only I haven't been able to do this tradition since I had kids. You know, with the little ones eating the pieces it would have been impossible to finish...oh...wait. Ahem... I mean too much of a choking hazard for the little ones.
(Just to clarify they would be choking on the puzzle pieces...not me choking them. Just so we're clear.)
Until this year, that is.
Puzzles in the house, baby! Whoop! Whoop!
I busted out the puzzles and my house has gone to pot. (Not the legal kind, sillies. The messy kind.) Once I get started I can't stop. I become completely oblivious to what is going on around me.
Want proof?
This is what happened this morning while I was doing a puzzle. And I am being completely honest when I say I had no clue until I turned around and there it was.
How did I not hear this happening.
I nust reeeeally like puzzles.
