Two of the "puzzle" boxes husband got for Christmas this year. Daughter buys them to ''exercise" his mind. They are for ages 6 to 60+. I didn't have anything else to put up there.
I did NOT exercise MY mind yesterday. Hallmark had episodes from the beginning of Signed, Sealed, Delivered on and I watched them all- most for the first time. The first episodes had guest stars of some significance. Carol Burnett visits often enough to have a continuing plot line. Next Saturday is another all day marathon- And I will have already seen the majority of them.
Today...I have laundry to do- Maybe yes and maybe no.
I am rather worried about the "open winter" we are having here in Maine. Grass in January. Green grass. It looks like summer out there with freezing temps. Bewildering.
I am already going into my Agitated Turbo Tax State. I HATE doing the taxes. HATE. HATE. HATE. And none of this is helped by companies that no longer send out paper copies of tax documents. They are "so happy" to send me an email that contains the document IF I ASK ( and if it can even be read). And even tell me that I don't actually NEED a paper copy of any supporting documents. Because...why? Since when? Just make shit up??? Okay.
I am going to read the next story in my book. Already I know more than I want to know about the woman's clothing and stiletto heels. And the cupcakes in the box. Fairy cakes.
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