Two straight days of Words With Friends and I’m D-O-N-E (18 points).
I Pounded everyone in my family, over and over, that is except my aunt. She has like 9 degrees and teaches for a living, probably spelling. She knows words that ye olde engilish professors had to look up – like “Qis”. Seriously?
Oh yeah and Ms. Cocopuffs excepted my challenge, and well, let’s just say it was a close game. I think she beat me by about 100 points. Probably had nothing to do with all 7 “I”s and 43 “U”s I had during the game. So did she accept a rematch? Nope. C-H-I-C-K-E-N (32 points).
But my kids are a little smarter. I’m a little better Dad. And the continued technology bond that is strengthening in our living room is enough to make Walt Mosberg cry.
Yes I think I’m done with Word With Friends, but my family?
Nope I can’t get enough. I love it. And they love all my trash talking.
And I’m learning not to read too much in to comments from my 8 year old like, “Dad, don’t you go back to work tomorrow?