Monday, February 24, 2014

How Scrabble Went Awry























Every Sunday my dad comes over for breakfast and a game or two of Scrabble.  At 87, he still finishes the New York Times crossword puzzle daily, so besting him is a challenge.  Yesterday my daughter stopped by and joined us for a round, which ended abruptly when Thomas the cat decided he wasn't getting enough attention and jumped onto the table, scattering tiles. 


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