a riddle inside a puzzle, wrapped in an enigma. . .
last night, we were sitting around the dinner table discussing what we would do if we sold our house and moved to another. during a part of the conversation, we were discussing having enough room to jigsaw puzzles on the dinner table, and having the room to leave the puzzle there all the time.
as a jibe, my wife said to my oldest daughter, “you are a puzzle!”
in her best quick-witted retort to date, moira responded, “yeah—with a piece missing!”