Scrabble Anonymous? I kid, no really.

I've always been a true fan of board games and computer games.

It wasn't until I upgraded my cellphone with a Droid and with an invitation from a friend to play that I had walked into the Devil's Playground and haven't left since.

It's been over a month and I play every day. I'm always checking to see if it's my turn and what words pop out of my head to use. I've been successful most of the time, but I have lost. The times I have, I've been handed the seat of my pants with a boot marking on it. Yes, it was THAT bad. But resiliency is fostered by determination and the incessant need to go back for more. So I keep clicking "play with random opponent" because I dare not let other friends know that I play as much as I do. Plus, not many people care anymore if you can spell.....since the birth of spell check I mean.

Ode to a marshmallow

Tis true they say,
the puff'd white friend,
cometh best when the days grow long.

It be in three sizes,
wee, big and grand,
all of which taste best with cocoa.

The secret of this friend,
quiet, smooshy and light,
when dropped in the steaming hot drink...

it sinks, it melts, its frothy gooey-like layers my drink and disguises the cocoa below.

My stirring spoon creates wispy cumulonimbus marshy clouds in my mug as my fingertips get warmed to the touch.

I stop and question, "Why then do I recall only receiving like 5 mini marshmallows in my mug when I was a kid? Was there a shortage?"

It is clear, that as an adult I am now making up for all those weakened cups of cocoa that went without.

Happy Sipping.......

When is TOO much too much?

Just today I experienced first hand the cliche "Whoa! What IS that smell!?"

I was toting around my shopping cart at a nearby grocery store, minding my own business, just rounding the corner of the dairy section when as I place a yogurt in the cart I hit the extended arms of the enveloping cloud of perfume! I had no chance. No idea where it was coming from to even change course or go in for a final lengthy breath. If there was a hidden camera you would have seen something like feverishly blinking eyes and a stunned puckering face (think: having a sour drink).

As I regain my balance, I happen to look up and see the two figures within my range of personal shopping space (you all know EXACTLY what I mean by this) and it turns out to be a conversation of two female workers. These two workers have met in the middle of the bread and dairy section and proceed to have a full on, lengthy conversation.

Fight or flight?
What do you think I did? Just like any cartoon character in a revolving door, or a precocious youngster who doesn't like the taste of lima beans....I made a face and reversed (backed up) my cart and got the heck outta there. Moments later, after successfully achieving new oxygen into the bloodstream, I had to think about the eternal question - did either of them know? Was it just one of them or both?

This began to make me think about men's cologne and older women. Younger girls experimenting with mom's stash and men primping to hit a bar with friends. Many suffer from this misappropriation of scent (sense?).

Hopefully, I'd like to think that there are those that would seek help and finding a cure to this otherwise alienating deficiency. This article I found from Glamour Envy should answer most questions and help those in the most need! They describe "Old Lady Perfume" as their reality check and I feel that there are many more out there who have felt these effects as well. Take a glance and see what other ideas they have to say about how you can prevent yourself from being the aforementioned guilty parties.

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