Puzzled

I haven't been doing anything lately. Nothing except putting together a jigsaw puzzle. I have been trapped in the kitchen, pouring over little tiny bits of cardboard, muttering to myself. The picture is called Alphabet of Thorn, by Kinuko Craft. Really pretty. Now I want to go back to the store and get another one, Eleanor of Aquitaine. This guy, or girl, can sure paint. My husband says the only good thing about jigsaw puzzles is how pretty they look when you burn them. I, on the other hand, would love to have a puzzle contest. Get a bunch of people together and give each of them the exact same puzzle and see who finishes first. That would be fun. I sure lead a wild life, don't I?

I had a real scare because somehow I lost a piece. At least, a piece was missing when I finished it. I looked all over, on top of the table, underneath the table, on the chairs. I looked all over the house for chewed up pieces in case Little Dog decided to help with the puzzle. After my husband came home from work it mysteriously appeared right on top of the puzzle. Not saying he would be mean enough to do something like that, but you never know.