Thanks to the wonder of the internet we've now been playing long-distance games, using the Scrabulous application. To be honest, it hasn't been pretty. She's come close a few times, but for the most part I've been brutally smearing her with deft combinations of words and brilliantly strategic letter tile usages. I guess I should feel bad, but I don't.
However. HOWEVER. Today, let the record state. Grandma took me down 341 to 314. And here's the screen grab to prove it.

Notice the bit of taunting I was doing in the comments field on the right. That's called psychological warfare.
1 comment:
I'm glad you had the courge to let the family know that your grandma beat you at a game of scrabble. They know how serious we both are about that game. When you beat me, I can just take comfort in knowing that I taught you. Right?
Grandma
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