When I was listing this week’s failures, I forgot a couple of things. I forgot to mention that my house is a big fat failure of filth. You should see this place. I have lost any bit of interest in cleaning my house that I may have ever had. It’s getting dire around here.
Plus, my friend gave me a used 100-piece puzzle the other day, and Sam and I sat down to do it yesterday. Only there were only 69 pieces in the box. Well, 70 if you count the random other puzzle piece that didn’t belong to our puzzle that was in there.
On the plus side, Sam seems to have developed excellent comic timing and dry sarcasm. After he determined that the puzzle was unsolvable and wandered off, I continued to try, having not yet counted the pieces or accepted that a third of the puzzle was missing. (“I’ll show him!” I thought.)
Perfectly timed and great tone of voice: “Good luck finishing your impossible puzzle.”
When did my sweet young child turn into a funny grown-up kid? At least that isn’t a failure.