The Writing Puzzle
My husband thinks I'm a liar. I talked to him at lunch and mentioned how I cleaned the living room and the kitchen was sparkling. (I am a bad enough housekeeper that these feats require bragging). That was at noon. Now it is five. And the living room is piled high with toys. A pile of princesses is weeping in a destroyed palace of blocks. The dinosaur pile is attacking the Little People pile. The kingdoms are divided by the deadly Swamp of Puzzle. Every puzzle box has been emptied into the Swamp. Dora's head floats by an alligator and hippo. Princess Ariel's tail narrowly avoids a crash with a loose M and a wood 3. Train pieces and truck pieces add noise to the chaos. I love puzzles, but this is going to take some serious puzzle making to sort all the pieces to the correct box and verify no pieces no left behind. The task is overwhelming and reminds me of the puzzles ...