I didn't do that. Instead I put together a jigsaw puzzle.
I've never much liked puzzles. I get frustrated about half way through and look forward to finishing the job. But this Christmas I was given two boxes of puzzles, one having nine puzzles in it that ranged from 500 pieces to 1000. I guess people thought I needed new things with which to fill my days. You know, because I am really only sitting around all day, eating bon-bons and watching TV.
Ohhh yeah. Bon-bons sound good. But I digress...
So I started on the one from my son. Route 66, my favorite drive. I thought if I finished it, I could glue it together and hang it in my somedaywithinayear quilting room. I worked on it diligently, stopping to make dinner. Then I returned to it after my fella left for Drum Circle. The cats wanted me to stop and feed them at one point. Kittles kept sitting on the puzzle and tickling my face. The pup wanted me to stop and feed the cats because the cats wanted it and whatever the cats want, the pup wants. Jeopardy (Saturday re-runs) came and went. Time came and went. TV never came on. Then Doug returned home and still I was sticking pieces together.
|The REAL Mr. D'z--stopped for a burger on my first trip along the route|
Now today...should I sandwich those tops? Or shall I begin another puzzle?