I got lucky last night. Very, very lucky.
I know. This is a family blog.
But I haven’t even gotten to the juicy part yet. I got lucky with KLZ.
It all started last week, when she alluded to her love affair with words. Given my own obsession with all things app-related, I was immediately intrigued. So, this weekend, I tried to woo her into a challenge.
I started the game by throwing down the proverbial gauntlet. I set the bar high, just to show her what she’d be up against:
She answered in kind, reminding me of who she was:
I wasn’t intimidated. I tried to taunt her by hurling juvenile insults in her direction:
The reply came back. Far more eloquently stated than me with my silly, childish jabs:
And so the tit-for-tat played on. While I picked one of these…
…she was busy coming up with words that have no meaning or equivalent in the English language… but are, in fact, playable Scrabble words:
“Damn that woman and her wiles,” I thought. Or is it wyles?
When I saw this last one, I knew I was outmaneuvered. And soon to be outplayed. Heck, I was already outwitted before the game even started.
But, just when I thought all hope was lost, a gift from the Scrabble gods fell from the heavens. An 8-letter, 63 point monstrosity that literally landed into my lap to end the game. I have no idea how it happened, but I know I got extremely lucky.
This morning, though, I’m seeing things in a different light. I think it was KLZ that got lucky. After 3 days of putting up with me and my infantile heckles and jeers, the misery ended. And she was set free.
You might even say, she was liberated.
Yep. I may have scored. But she got lucky.