Twas one dark and stormy night of Scrabble play where I learned something new and disgusting about my husband. I was about 7 months pregnant and my hormones were askew.
Me: What’s the score??
Pat: 105 to 112.
Me: You leading?
Pat: Yep.
Me: Dang. I’ve got all consonants. How am I supposed to work with all consonants?? Hmmmm.
Thinking.
Me: I might have to skip a turn and trade in some of these letters…
Pat: Is that your move???
Me: …hmmm….yeah, I’ve got nothin.
I exchanged four letters for four more while Pat pondered his next move. And then I caught a glimpse…a shimmer of tile tucked into his palm.
Me: What’s THAT!?!
Pat: Huh? What? Nothing.
Me: No, I saw something…do you have a tile hidden in your HAND??
Pat: (laughing uncomfortably) nooooo….
Me: Yes you do, open your hand!
Pat slowly opened his hand to reveal two EXTRA tiles.
Me: You’re CHEATING!!!
Pat: (still laughing) I’m not cheating, I accidentally drew too many.
Me: What!?! You’re totally cheating! No wonder I lose all the time, you’re just sitting over there playing with nine tiles…how long have you been doing that for??
Pat: (sensing my lack of humor) Never. Kat, I never cheat.
Me: Oh just tonight?? I find that rather hard to believe Pat. You know this says a lot about your personality and the kinds of things you’ll do to get by in life…
Pat: Oh God Kat, it’s just a game calm down.
Me: NO! It’s more than a game. How long has this been going on and when else have you been dishonest…when ELSE have you cheated and who’s to say you wouldn’t cheat on ME!
Pat: You’re over-react…
Me: OVERREACTING!?! YOU’RE A CHEATER!!! HOW DO YOU EXPECT ME TO REACT TO THAT!?!
At that I threw my handful of tiles across the room, kicked myself up out of my chair, and waddled my pregnant butt upstairs and AWAY from my no good husband to cry about our wasted game of Scrabble and his cheating ways.
Bastard.
And for the record I don’t care if I was a hormonal pregnant basket case. He should have known better than to push my buttons like that. And I stand beside my tile tossing antics. I’d do it again dammit. He’s lucky it’s just tiles I was tossing and that he still has a warm place to sleep at night.
Now it’s your turn.
Choose a prompt:
1.) Complete the sentence “I’d walk a mile for a ________.” and continue writing about it.
2.) Describe in detail a person who leaves no stone unturned.
3.) When out to lunch with co-workers, you bump into a close friend who refers to you by a nickname. Because of its unusualness, the nickname catches the interest of one of your co-workers who asks for the story behind it. Start your story with, “This may come as a surprise, but … ” and end it with, “And that’s how I got the nickname (fill in the blank).”
4.) Write about an intense game of Scrabble that takes an ugly turn for the worse.
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