Puzzle Nut

I have a confession to make. Not a confession really, but more, an admission. I’m kind of a puzzle nut…freak, actually, if you must know.

I loved puzzles so much that I used to go to Hallmark every few weeks to see what new ones they had, and buy them. All of them. I had a cat puzzle, a King Tut puzzle, a Piata puzzle, and every Thomas Kincade puzzle you can think of. I had rainbow ones, candy ones, donut ones and every animal in the kingdom. Why, I even had a puzzle of a puzzle that I LOVED and put together a zillion times.

One year for Christmas, my cute little dad made a special board made that was light weight and thin, but sturdy enough to last for a million years. It was my special puzzle board. And I had it for about 20 years.

Some unsuspecting soul tossed it in one of our many moves a few years back and I was heart broken. Funny thing is that when I moved into this old, cute house while we were rummaging around in the back patio–there was a piece of the same kind of board–in nearly the same dimensions as the awesome one my father made all those years ago.