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My weekly skunking of the husband at Scrabble in the Barn Mahal continues. And now? Even the tiles are getting in on the fun…
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Yes, those were really the letters I drew. And it’s pretty much what I did to the husband in game number one.
Not to be out done, our second game’s tiles had their say as well.
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My last four letters said it all.
Sorry, dear. I only do what the tiles tell me…
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Since skunking my husband at Scrabble has become a weekly pastime… I decided to up our game.
Literally.
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Bigger tiles for the where the hell did I leave my reading glasses now? visually challenged due to encroaching decrepitude crowd.
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And a much bigger, fancier, wooden, swiveling board with raised ridges to keep the letters in place.
How much bigger?
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Well, the box said giant and that’s a pretty apt description.
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So far we’re loving it.
But I’m afraid it’s going to have to be a permanent decorative fixture… because if you think the board is big, you should see the friggin’ enormous box it came in.
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So I had to buy it.
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Because our weekly Scrabble games demanded it… and I’m tired of the husband getting mad when I tell him his word doesn’t exist.
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Hornito is a mound of volcanic matter?
I always thought it was a tequila.
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I admit to not knowing recta was the plural of rectum… and won’t comment on its proximity to the word rectory.
Nope. Not going there.
And speaking of Jesus…
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All this was fascinating but I draw the line here.
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Grr should not be an acceptable Scrabble word.
And grrrl?
Apparently it references a feminist punk rock movement in the Northwest called Riot Grrrl.
I call foul. And despise common usage additions to dictionaries.
P.S. don’t tell my husband.
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Is it wrong that I’m taking great pleasure from whipping my other half in our weekly Scrabble games in the Barn Mahal?
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Round after round.
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Day after day.
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Do I chortle every time it happens? Yes.
But come on… he skunks me at pool. He murders me at darts. I don’t think I’ve ever beaten him at Monopoly, Risk or chess. But when it comes to contests of trivia or anything word related?
I rule.
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And yes, I take perverse pleasure in the victories.
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And if you enjoy hard cider?
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You’ve got to try this brand I just discovered at Bootleggers. The liquor store, not this guy…
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Black Widow cider.
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It’s fabulous, and is named after a deadly spider. What more could you ask?
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As for Scrabble?
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I kicked the husband’s butt again, even with three out of the four U’s.
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So now that we have a comfortable, heated and (well stocked with beer) man cave, it was time to get down to some serious board game playing. Covid social restrictions make multi player games like Pictionary and Cards Against Humanity a no go, so we searched for something fun to play with two people.
The husband won’t play Trivial Pursuit or Gin Rummy with me anymore because I wipe the floor with him every time. So we tried a game a friend had given us last year as a gift.
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Simple enough, you finish the lines from various categories… music, literature etc.
We played three games and I skunked my other half three times. Even though I gave him music questions from his favorite song.
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So we moved on to a classic, Scrabble.
It wasn’t an easy start and we didn’t have a lot to build from.
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My task was made even more difficult with letters like these.
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And these.
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And then these.
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But after a marathon four and a half hour game?
I won…. and my husband was pickled.
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It’s apundantly clear I need to buy this brilliant game.
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The minute I saw it, I knew I’d found the most punderful way to spend game night from now on.
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I will punish all my competitors.
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It’s the punultimate test of word play and I shall pundoubtedly be punstoppable.
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Because it beats actually doing something productive and I’m all about that.
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Damn.
The last show I watched was Secrets of the Dead… which doesn’t bode well for future scintillating conversations.
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Living in the lost city of Baiae is going to be challenging. Located on the northwest shore of the Gulf of Naples, it was basically the sin filled Las Vegas of Ancient Rome.
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I’m sure it was quite something in its day.
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Home to Nero and all his various perversions, sadly most of the ruins are now underwater.
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Fabulous statuary….
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Villas…
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And mosaics…
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All lost to the sea.
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Guess my love of history finally caught up with me. It’s said Julius Caesar visited Baiae… so maybe I can break bread with his ghost. That’s got to be worth a blog or two.
Let’s play!
Your life is now in the last tv show you watched.
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And if there are any other history geeks out there? A little more info on my new digs.
https://timelessitalytravels.com/2013/10/22/ancient-ruins-of-baia/amp/
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We all have them. That special group of friends you’ve known for years but don’t like to advertise. You can’t invite them out to dinner with your crew, and you won’t bring them to the cocktail party at work. But thanks to me? You could ask them to your house to play a game right up their alley.
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So they’re not the brightest bulbs in the pack?
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No problem.
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This is a game that won’t embarrass the less than erudite among us.
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And they get to hit people with a club!
You know they’re going to love it.
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Neanderthals.
Admit it, you know a few.
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Well, no. Not that kind.
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But this type could be amusing.
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I live for crazy, off beat adult games.
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Whaaaat!!
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You get a giant red crab claw free with purchase?
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I am so buying this.
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