Someone gave us a somewhat complex puzzle a few years ago. We love it because it’s The Simpsons (duh) and it’s challenging but not in the every-piece-is-a-different-color way. It’s 1,000 pieces and usually takes a few days for us to put it together.
Jack got a puzzle for Christmas this year and it got me in the mood. Puzzles are nerdily relaxing to me—maybe because they are such a quiet activity? Certainly not because assembling them is stress-free. When we got home from my mom’s I dug this out of our game closet, and eventually realized, after hours of work, that since the last time we did this puzzle it became a 999-piece puzzle.
…and in the garbage it goes.
I’m almost over being mad about this. Almost.