I've got to stop the Sudoku. It's driving me nuts.
Last night I sat at the kitchen table after supper for an hour and a half noodling over these numbers in a bunch of squares. I still didn't solve it.
Help me?
I was trying to figure out where I went wrong as I was going to sleep.
You know it's just not like me to be all "obsessed" about something.
This week I hear a news report that women who suffer from Migraines have improved memories.
Of course all they can remember is how much their head hurts.
"Oh my sweet lord 2 days ago my head was killing me! Ahhhhhhhhh"
Comedy gold right?
The female anatomy is like a jigsaw puzzle...a mysterious, every changing puzzle that never works quite the same way 2 times in a row.
Some times, you know after a nice dinner and some wine, kids are at their friends, you're "working on the puzzle" and you make a nice "Picture!"...ooh look there's the ocean.
Other days you're working away, working away and you get to the end and one of the pieces is missing.
"Where's the top of the lighthouse? I can't find the top of the lighthouse!?"
Men's puzzles are easier to solve than womens, of course ours have a lot fewer pieces. Just one really.
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