Category: January

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Seasonal Dilemma

So–I have this puzzle. It’s pretty, sure. It’s half finished, which is a plus. It’s Thomas Kinkade, so that says it all.

But there is a problem with it. Actually three, to be precise.

Number one: It’s missing a piece. An edge piece. Can you sense my eye twitching madly?

Number two: It’s reaaaally hard. I don’t believe I’ve ever said those words in a complainy, whiney voice about a puzzle before. I LOVE hard ones, but this one is almost irritating instead of challenging. Alllll the saaaaame colorrrrrrrs!!! Yikes.

And lastly,

Number 3: There is a snowman. I’m fine with it. There is even a bright red scarf around that snowman and somehow, I’m still fine with it.

BUT there is a wreath on the lamp post. A Christmas wreath. Totally betraying the fact that I’m doing this CHRISTMAS puzzle…

after Christmas.

How can I bear it? There are rules about things like this.

Deep breath. Deep breath.

Perhaps I can comfort myself by imagining that this perfect family in this perfect house in this perfect Thomas Kinkade painting…

in real life isn’t any better at putting their Christmas stuff away in January…

than I am. 

Yeah, that works.

Heh, heh.

 

 

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2023 For Real

For anyone who doesn’t think time is going by SO much more quickly than ever before in human history…

I would say, DIDN”T WE JUST DO ALL THIS AWESOME STUFF?!!

Not, complaining, mind you. I mean, I’ll take any chance I can get to hang out with all these cool people–playing games…

working puzzles…

eating April’s INCREDIBLE Cheese fondue…

or just sitting quietly on the carpet with a couple of fan girls.

But so help me, I was just getting used to writing 2022–kinda liked it actually- very fun and curly–and now, forget about it. Start practicing your 3’s.

My girl even set me up, nice and slick with a popper of my own. I don’t really ever pull those strings because….well, you know….they POP. And I don’t like that. Just sit still and mind your own business. No popping.

But in an effort to be a good sport–I tried it this year.  Being the ridiculous novice that I am–I held onto the wrong part so when I pulled the string, it popped in my hand instead of wherever else it’s suppose to pop.

OWWWWW!

Serves me right. I knew it was an evil popper when I picked it up.

I think Miss Chompy knew too. Haha.

Happy New Year Everyone!!

wake me at noon.