I have a problem.

I will tell it here because I feel this is a safe space and nobody reads this thing anyway...right? Right? Is this thing on? Well if it is then leave some feedback will ya. See that little button at the bottom of the post? It says comments. If you click on it you can tell me what you think about this that and/or the other. I would love to hear from you, my loyal reader(s?)

Anywho, my problem is....puzzles. I am obsessed. If I could pick a job to do all day long it would be puzzle doer.

I have always loved them but a few weeks ago is when I became obsessed. I was walking down the street and I saw a huge bag full of them just sitting in the trash. So I snagged them. I have been known to curbside shop and have never been ashamed of it. In fact many of the things in my home once shared a space with bags of doggie doo and old coffee cups. Sadly a certain someone who shall remain nameless (I'll give you a hint...it rhymes with Dannon, you know the yogurt?) doesn't share the love and has been known to ditch me while I am shopping on the curb.

Anyway, I couldn't let those nice puzzles go to waste so I brought them home and I've been doing them in the kids room late at night by the light of a lamp. If you see me one day and I'm cross eyed you'll know why.