I Love My Mom

Last night I went to Annie's house to look at an empty spot in her garden and give her advice about what to plant. The answer? Hostas. I'm gonna give her some when we get back from the beach because I have many and can easily divide them.

Anyway.

Annie made delicious fish tacos, which was coincidental because I just finished LISTENING TO (that's a story for another day) Like A Flip Turn yesterday afternoon and Lydia has fish tacos early on in the novel. So while Annie and I were eating fish tacos, I received a text from my mom that said this:

Obviously, I then checked my email and discovered a short recounting (a blog, if you will) of my mom's evening with her Siamese cat Poppy. (Pops was a gift from me, I might add... and she's a nuisance.) Essentially, though, my mom wrote today's blog and didn't even know she was doing it. Isn't that funny? Here it is:

"Sad Story About A Puzzle"

by Nancy

I was within about 150 pieces of being done with this Wysocki puzzle and having so much fun listening to my book - I know you thought this puzzle looked boring, but it was really fun - when Pops decided once again to dip her paw into my wine glass. She tipped the glass and my full glass of Chardonnay was so quickly absorbed by the puzzle pieces. The layers began to separate and I knew that there was no hope. I yelled at her and she ran and is still hiding. I take full responsibility for what happened. I am the adult here.

The soggy puzzle pieces were quickly scooped up into a State Store bag and deposited in the trash.

Henceforth, when drinking wine while working on a puzzle, I will use a heavy untippable glass which I've placed on a tray. Or perhaps I will give Pops her own saucer of wine.

I know that you're with Annie. Hope you two are having a great time together.