Yesterday I did some retail therapy to help get over my PTSD of having a scorpion walk across my living room rug. The only thing of interest that I bought was this:
We love jigsaw puzzles. As a family, we have put together many. We like the ones that are cartoons and funny. Without pointing fingers, one of us (Skater) (What? I didn’t point!) even worked on one for the whole month he was grounded, given that he had nothing else in his life to do, except homework and taking out the trash. Good times.
Since CGMan and I are both stay-at-homes for the time being, I thought it would be nice to work on a puzzle together. Especially since the traitor cat went to live with Skater, we won’t have to worry about missing pieces. It’s been known to happen. Just when we’re drawing straws to see who has to check the litter box, we would find the piece on the floor, or in the kitchen, next to the food bowl.
I was so excited, I opened it right away to get started.
It was shortly after that, CGMan walked in and took a look at the box. He asked me, “Did you know the picture on the box isn’t what the puzzle looks like?” I was all, “Of course it is, silly. That’s how puzzles work.” He was like, “No, really.” Apparently, in my excitement to get a new puzzle, I overlooked what it said on the back:
Guess what you’ll be looking at for the next few Wednesdays? BHAAAH!