My dad refuses to participate anymore. Hehe. Not that that stops him. He was working on one of my puzzles, searching for a particular piece for an hour. I came in, sat down looked at the puzzle, and snapped a piece in. Oops. How was I to know that was "his" piece.
Puzzles are kindy of a dorky thing don't you think? Maybe it's only dorky if you uhm have one of the rolling felt things.
I used to have a clarinet tutor that used the surface of his pool table for puzzles.
Puzzles are kindy of a dorky thing don't you think? Maybe it's only dorky if you uhm have one of the rolling felt things.
I used to have a clarinet tutor that used the surface of his pool table for puzzles.