I have fond memories of jigsaw puzzles. Any time my whole family got together, there would be one sitting on a table off to the side where people could either sit for a few hours and work or just look for a piece or two while passing by. I was at Target the other day and a pretty puzzle caught my eye. It is now set up on the table, where me and the kids can either sit down and work on it for a while, or give it a look while passing by. I’m loving the nostalgia.
A few days ago, my mother and her gentleman friend stopped by. While I was happily puzzling away, he commented that he was glad his kids were all grown, because now there would be no hurt feelings if he never did another jigsaw puzzle ever again.
Where do you fall? Love ’em or hate ’em?