So I'm weird... it helps me write.

(No, Amanda, this does not mean I've come over to the dark side and now like Sweet-n-Sour with my McNuggets. I'm still a BBQ girl.)

But some people might think this is weirder...

Picture a grown woman sitting at the kitchen table at 5:30 a.m., putting together a kids' 100 piece puzzle.

Yep, that's me. Something about putting together puzzles makes everything click in my upstairs region, and gets the thoughts flowing smoothly so I can write. Is it the tactile work, or the matching colors and shapes? Dunno, but it works.

So why don't I do a "grownup" puzzle? Well, having a nice 1000 piece puzzle around is a gargantuan distraction. It's hard for me to get anything else done at all, plus the darn thing takes up so much space. Thus, I slink over to the chest coffee table and grab one of my kids' puzzles. Today was Swan Lake Barbie (not much color variety there, looked like pink and purple had a head-on collision. Even the dang horse is pink!), yesterday it was Scooby Doo. Got a Harry Potter awaiting me still, and Wizard of Oz.

I do kinda wish for some adult pictures. Like a 100 piece Orlando Bloom, or maybe the cast of The Big Bang Theory... Even CSI or Law and Order SUV would be fine. Oh my lord. What about a Seely Booth puzzle? Be still my racing pulse!

And hey, I might be fighting off Early Onset Alzheimers...

Have a great weekend.

Autumn Piper
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