Monday, November 22, 2010

I Am The Champion, My Friends

I have a new addiction. Quick! Call Candy Finnegan! I must be stopped. I can't help myself.

The name of my new vice is Scrabble. InfoGames Scrabble. I pop in my CD and while away the hours on New Delly. Time flies by when I'm playing Scrabble. I choose two computer players for my competition, an intermediate and an advanced. My rating is only 1002, two points above the novice category, making me 'advanced.'

My high play is 101. Try that, Scrabblers! 101 points in a single play. I dare you. I haven't felt this cocky since the Genius-Thumping Morons beat the Geniuses at Casa de la Madre during the big ice storm of ought-seven. Of course, the Genius-Thumping Morons consisted of moi and Scrabble-Unfriendly H. And we beat the Geniuses of the #1 son, The Pony, and my mom. Hey! They chose the name Geniuses first. Far be it from me to patronize a 12-year-old, 9-year-old, and 73-year-old.

Anyhoo, I don't want to break my arm patting myself on the back. Then I couldn't play Scrabble quiet as effectively. I must go. My addiction is calling.

3 comments:

Cazzie!!! said...

I want that game soo much... do you think santa claus will bring it to me?
Before I left for work tonight I played Manopoly with Nick.. but because it takes 5 hours to finish the game, and I had to leave after 2 hours of playing with Nick, we are yet to finalise it all. Nothing like the original manopoly I reckon :)
Cazzie

Kathy's Klothesline said...

Puzzles. I love puzzles. I unwind at night in front of the TV with an on-line puzzle. But, I like Scrabble, too. I am sure I will be playing with my 15 and 10 year old grands this weekend. They are more challenging than he who hates board games .....

Hillbilly Mom said...

Cazzie,
If Santa's elves can't make one for you, maybe they can pick one up at The Devil's Playground. That's where I got mine.


Kathy,
I know just what you're talking about. Farmer H wouldn't take time out for Scrabble if it bit him on the butt. He would just walk around with Scrabble latched onto his butt, until one of his goats came up and ate it.