A recent Thai food and board games night at my parents’ house had re-kindled my love of Boggle.
For those of you unfamiliar, it’s an old-school word find game. You shake up a special container filled with letter-covered dice. Then, the object of the game is to make as many words as you can out of a series of connecting letters and then tally your points. Big words get mondo points. The person with the highest number of points after a set number of rounds wins.
I’m pretty average at most games. However, I found that I have a goofy talent for Boggle, much the same way my mother does for Scrabble. (When she opens up a game with “Quinine,” you know you’re in for it. Did I mention it involved some triple letter and a triple word score?) At Boggle, I reign supreme! Muh-ha-ha-ha-ha.
However, I must be slipping because Mr. Surly beat me pretty soundly last night. I knew it was bad when I, following him to bed, was shaking the Boggle thing at 12:30 a.m. pleading with him for “just one more round.” I was a woman possessed.
I had the Boggle jones on so bad that when he came home for lunch this afternoon, I made him play me – again. Sandwich be damned, your wife gotta get her game on!
And he won. Again.
Do they offer a detox program for this?