I don't remember the last time I beat my Mom at Scrabble. Or my brother, for that matter. And that's saying a lot because, frankly, I am one helluva Scrabble player. And yet the two of them have thwacked me soundly countless times, leaving me forlorn and silently cursing what seemed to be my permanent fate.
But at last, at last, my time in the Scrabble Loser Seat has come to an end: three turns into our fourth and final game on Sunday night, I attached all seven tiles to an existing "g" to form the word "elbowing," a move which garnered a whomping 79 points from which mi madre never recovered.
Vengeance is mine!
Next up: my brother.