As if my previous post on Words With Friends wasn’t clear enough, I adore the game. (I’m “LateEnough” on there if you need me. Seriously, even when I’m not blogging, tweeting and Facebook-ing, I never stop WWF-ing.)
Seriously, I get so excited about playing good words that, when I score over 100 or even less than 100 but without Z or J, I take a picture. (HOLY CRAP I JUST ADMITTED THAT IN PUBLIC.)
What am I going to do with these pictures? I have no freakin’ clue. Mount them on my wall? Make trading cards? Years from now, will my children scroll through my iPhoto library like I flipped through photo albums with sticky pages and Polaroids and opened up shoeboxes of basketball trophies and baseball cards? Will e and N show their children grandma’s great feats in Word with Friends?
Ooh. Ah. Grandma was so awesome with words. A word-meister if you will. Let’s see if she has anymore candy in her pocket. Don’t trip on a cat finding her.