Saturday, April 26, 2014

The Truth Of All (Some) Things

I have a secret.
Well, I have lots of secrets.
But this one is big. Super big. And I'm coming clean.

I have an addiction.

To puzzles.

I can't really pinpoint when or how my puzzle hoarding became a "situation". But, I'm telling you, for reals, I have a problem. My sister has gone to extremes and called me an 85 year old woman. So not nice. And words coming from a girl who still wears her high school t-shirts just don't hold much weight. I can easily ignore them.

2 weeks ago I bought a new puzzle. I just couldn't help myself. Literally. I had to have it. That night, I gave it to The Husband and told him to hide it away. I made him cross his heart, hope to die and not give it to me until my birthday.
No. Matter. What.

So far, so good. He's held true. Even when I called him after a parent meeting at the school crying so hard I could hardly speak, he didn't give in. Pure strength, that man. Because I was tempted to put him into a choke hold to find it's location. Desperate times, and all that.

Just this morning I asked The Husband if he actually still remembers where said puzzle was hidden. (Because it's a real possibility he doesn't.) Thankfully, he knows. At least about the puzzle. I've also bought myself a shirt and a pair of earrings for him to give me on my birthday (aren't I so clever). He may, or may not, recall where those are. My birthday gifts may be on the lean side this year.

And just in case you want to know, 1,000 piece puzzles are my favorite.
And my birthday is in 11 days.

I think I'm going to make a paper chain.

1 comment :

Kevin said...

I thought Michelle was weird with the whole puzzle addiction thing. Nice to know she has a kindred spirit!