I am shamelessly addicted to Sudoku puzzles. Wasn't this a new fad years ago? Ok, so I'm not hip and with it. You're talking to the girl (not literally, of course) who resisted capri pants for a year (or two), thinking they would go right back out of style.
It started innocently enough. Prior to boarding the train for my evening commute, free copies of the Boston Metro are handed out. So one day I took one and saw the puzzle page contained therein. That, my dear folks, was the beginning of the end.
I had never solved a Sudoku before. But I knew the concept: Place numbers 1-9 in each 3x3 box, in each row, and in each column. Oh, the cheap thrill of victory when I complete one successfully! And oh, the torrent of curse words that spew forth from my lips when I realize that I have two number 9's in the same row and have cockily attempted to solve that particular Sudoku IN PEN. [Note: Always use a pencil. With an eraser. Really.]
So imagine my nerd-like joy upon discovering that both my mom and my brother share the same
Hubby has been taunting us mercilessly. About how nerdy and dorky we are. He coined the term "sudorku" in our honor. [Yet, all this trash talk coming from someone who has not even proven that he can solve one, mind you.]
Since this New Year's Eve is guaranteed to be a letdown after last year's festivities, I have happily resigned myself to the fact that after gorging myself on Hubby's Famous Ribs (smothered in Sweet Baby Ray's and pineapple chunks) and my mom's potato salad ("gorging" is not an exaggeration because Operation Underwear Will Fit Again starts, of course, tomorrow.), that Mom, Bro and I will hunker down at the kitchen table, heads bowed, pencils scribbling furiously for our First Annual Sudorku Tournament.
And after all that excitement, I'm sure I'll be much too tired to stay up until midnight...
So cheers everyone!
To succumb to the addiction that is Sudoku, here's a good link.