Okay, everyone, I promise not to keep blogging about Words With Friends but it deserves one more post.
First, I need to post about it because my husband feels he has been slandered. He feels I do not actually understand his secret heart. He just likes to play Scrabble, is all. No inner bloodthirstiness, no drive to obliterate. He would like you to know that I win at least half of our games (which is totally true if half means <0.33 in your dialect). He would like you to know that he is at a disadvantage, because he is a math major up against someone with an undergrad literature degree. He contends that most of his high scores have happened in games that he wound up losing (to, um, me). He thinks, in short, that he got a bad rap.
However, I also need to post about it because I am still reassembling the fragments of my exploded head from last night. Brad commented about my hypothetical and actual racks, and I had a moment of feeling pleased with myself because Brad is the King of Scrabble, or at least the Archduke of Scrabble, and his recommendation was exactly what I played. (I should have seen CIVIC too, but Vs are my least favorite Scrabble letter and two of them on my rack at one time = guarantee of Scrabble panic.) Good, I thought. Maybe I couldn't play UNENUREE (but what else, I ask you, would one call a person who was re-sensitized?), but at least I had come up with a Brad-approved word all on my own. I was a little grumpy because you just can't wring many points out of ENURE, but I was moving on with my life.
Until. Oh, until. I checked my iPod and discovered that Elwood had played OXLIP with the X on the triple letter and the P on the triple word. For 98 points. Ninety! eight! points! OXLIP, I ask you.
...I think my threat to take this game back might have been a leetle premature.