Okay, who ever thought that a puzzle would be hard? I don't really mean like difficult hard, more like the kind of "takes you the whole day and you're sitting around starving and needing to pee but bored out of your freaking brains and you're actually watching
Star Wars because you feel so brain-dead" hard. Serious. I decided at 11:15 a.m. to start a 500-piece Beatles collage jig-saw puzzle. Boy, was that a bad idea.
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after one hour |
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after two hours |
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three hours |
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four hours |
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five hours |
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pondering |
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six hours |
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seven hours |
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eight hours |
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nine hours |
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finish - nine and three-quarters hours |
Okay, wow. Ten hours. On a FREAKING PUZZLE! It probably would've taken me longer if ny mom hadn't helped the last two hours. But I mean, seriously, I could have slept off that time. Or read a few books. At least the heel of my right palm wouldn't be sore and my legs wouldn't be stiff and hurt so much. Yeah. So, for the three things I did today, it's gonna say "did a jig-saw puzzle", and the other two bullet points will be left blank. Thank you, puzzle manufacturers. I would like that twenty piece one with the kitten and the puppy in the grass now, please.
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