scrabulousity.

Just last week, I was young, vibrant and alive. Then, I was introduced to Scrabulous, an online version of the "classic" board game, Scrabble. I say "classic" because I, though an esteemed English major in college, had never experienced the wonder which is this word game. Call it what you will -- child abuse, child neglect-- but for some reason, my parent's never introduced us to scrabble. My father claims that he could not get me or my brother excited about any board game but I remember many a-miserable hours cheating my way through monopoly.
But let's not look to the distant past. Rather, let's focus on the past week, in which my life and the game of scrabble converged. It started innocently enough, an easy way to perhaps kill some down time at work but soon I was dreaming of little letter tiles and triple word boxes. Playing with my sister-in-law was no longer enough, I craved Scrabulous. I began challenging my roommate and my boyfriend to games too and everytime, it was always the same: i lost.
Again, i blame this on my parents, as one day my own children will blame ridiculous things on me that are not my fault.
In all honesty, I'm sick of this damn game, I'm sick of getting to work and before sipping my coffee, spelling out "BAIGHTING" in hopes that it's a valid word. I'm sick of playing 3 full games of Scrabulous throughout the course of a work day and feeling the pangs of stress when faced with too many vowels instead of a back log of emails.
But oh, how I love it too. Scrabulous, sweet, sweet Scrabulous.