I played a game of Scrabble last night with hubby and my mother-in-law. The Doodle had gone to bed - without a fuss, little angelic cherub that she is - so I proposed a friendly game before we retired. (Yes, I know ... am I on CRACK or something? My husband and his mother are notorious for relentlessly reducing all opponents to tears in most games, especially this and Trivial Pursuit.)
As we drew our letters, I was delighted to discover I'd actually retrieved something useful, instead of the usual three I's, the Q, X and J, and a lonely A. I patiently waited my turn, hoping against hope that I would be able to nab this sweet Triple Word Score up in the top left corner. The board finally turned to me, and I laid out "B-R-I-X", while smugly showing off how S-M-R-T I was by announcing the definition: the method of measuring the sugar level in a wine.
HA! HOW D'YA LIKE THEM APPLES????
I still lost. But it was a cool word ...