This is what we've spent our evenings doing since my mother-in-law, Pauline, came to visit. We've been playing Scrabble night after night. And by "playing Scrabble" I really mean that she and I are taking huge joint efforts to prevent Thomas from winning. If there were Scrabble halls and Scrabble sharks, kinda like pool halls and pool sharks, Thomas would be the ringer. He can complain about how he has six vowels and a K and then play a 33 point word. Pauline won this game even though he played SORGO. Yeah, that's what I said. SORGO. And I challenged it and lost my turn.
