Addictions happen in the best of families and I fear that my wonder spouse and I have joined the ranks of the helplessly ensnared. Not by anything as sinister as drugs or alcohol or cigarettes but by that dreaded but seemingly so innocent simple child's toy - the jigsaw puzzle.
After successfully completing a positively pleasant 500 piece puzzle (they always suck you in in small steps) a couple of months ago, we decided to try our hands at a 2000 piece puzzle, simply because it was the only other one we had in the house.
Little did we know that this particular puzzle is one of the nastiest ones ever created with tiny pieces that must fit absolutely precisely, and great swaths of sky and snow in almost identical colors. At this point we think, hopefully, that we are more than half way done.
I realized that I was truly addicted when, while working on this puzzle, I caught myself thinking about what features I want in the next puzzle I do. The next puzzle???? This is the kind of addiction that could drive a person to drink.
This is the fiendish puzzle in question, an innocent Christmas scene. You're welcome to borrow it when we're finished.
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