In the early days of our relationship, Matt and I were puzzlers. We spent winter evenings hunched over our dining room table working on some European landscape or other. It's been a few years since our last, and Matt's two week holiday combined with an inability to leave the house provided an opportunity to resurrect our hobby. For Christmas we bought ourselves a 2,000 piece puzzle.
Two weeks later, we finally placed the last piece. Only to realize that it wasn't the last at all. After two weeks of hard work, the final piece appears to be missing! We blame Henry. It was probably retribution for a time we attempted to leave him at home. Jerk.