My favorite game to play is Scrabble. I played Scrabble once with a bunch of college graduates -friends of my husband's- when we were first married. I was very intimidated and they beat the pants off me. I was so busy trying to put words together that I wasn't paying attention to the strategy behind the word-making. A smaller word might actually fetch more points by looking at every possible placement on the board before deciding. And always try to have a backup when other players take your spot. So I started playing against myself (yes, how lame is that? do tell...) and we have a computer version too, so I've gotten better.
You can always tell when we get down to the Dr. Seuss letters in Scrabble. Or when we have a fistful of vowels. Or consonants. We look at one another and say things like
When it's pretty hot, it's ovenish, right? Or take my friend here, he's somewhat Owenish. And that sign might be a little omenish.
A fish from Jakarta would be an Indofish.
When you simply must make a sound with your car to save the lives of yourself and your passengers, it becomes a needbeep.
If one was to attend a formal angling event, one would need a fishntux.
Is gwiser a word? Oh. Well, do Spanish words count?
Even with all that sillines going on tonight, Bria managed to pull ahead and use all her tiles before we did and won the game. 143-137-133. We were all stunned and proud! She wanted to give up a few times, but we sat and explained how to move her tiles around between turns. Then we showed her to find a small word first, then try to add just one more letter, then try to add another...she figured out the colored sqaures on her own! I am looking forward to another match with her in the near future. *sigh* My baby's growing up!
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