Family feuds...
I don't know why mom decided to buy that scrabble set. My family just shouldn't paly scrabble. It's dangerous. We're too competitive. That's why we got rid of the first set...we gave it to Uncle George because we were tired of mom winning every time and singing "We Are the Champions" and telling us that she read the dictionary every day as a kid. Which is crap, btw. But no, mom HAD to go buy the game again. So we played last night. It got competitive. Tempers were flying. I finally used my LAST tile...a Q...to spell IQ. And though dad and Chels weren't sure if it was an abbreviation or whatever, they weren't going to challenge it because I think we were all ready for the game to be over. But mom HAD to challenge it. Because she didn't want me to use my last tile and leave her stuck with a four point tile that would be deducted from her score. Not like it would've helped her. We massacred her. She lost, to everyone. Haha. So we didn't have to listen to that terrible song. I don't think we'll be pulling the game off the shelf again any time soon though.
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