Quando começa o "quien pudiera vivir" minha vontade é colocar no mudo, passar pra frente, desligar a TV, arremessar o TVbox pela janela.
Iôtra a edição sempre encaixa o verso que fala de oxes no momento menos se×ual possível. Não combina com Adriana, não combina com paulistanos em geral, não combina com a novela, não consigo entender essa escolha. Serasse é jabá?
My sister has really gotten into jigsaw puzzles lately. She knows I love them too, so we sometimes work on them together when I visit. The problem is, I tend to hyperfocus really badly on them. Like, I will sit there for 6 hours straight, only taking two quick bathroom breaks, while everyone else just gives up and goes to bed.
Right now, she is abroad attending a wedding, and I am staying at her place to take care of her pet turtle. Even though the turtle is surprisingly active and interactive, it’s still a turtle... so I have a lot of downtime. I told myself I would just sit down and find a few pieces to help her out.
Well, I lost track of time. Before she left, she had probably put together fewer than 15 pieces. The progress now (roughly half of a 1,000-piece puzzle) was entirely me.
Once the hyperfocus wore off, I realized I might have messed up. For most people, puzzles are all about the process and the satisfaction of putting it together piece by piece. My sister really loves framing the finished designs to use as wall decor, but she also enjoy the process.
Even if she gets a cool piece of decor out of it, I’m worried I just took away all her fun and acted like a total buzzkill by doing the heavy lifting without her.
So, Reddit... AITA for not being able to stop myself and finishing half her puzzle?