My wife and I have been playing a scrabble game on our ipods for the last few weeks. It’s Scrabble but it’s called “Words with Friends” because it’s not licensed by Scrabble. It’s a great app for itouch and iphone. It works like this: We each have an ipod touch. We sign in to the game. Then we play scrabble, each time I make a move it will tell her it’s her move, and then when she goes it tells me it’s time to go again. Very simple. We get really excited about each other’s moves and can’t wait to get back to the game. Every time one of us plays some tiles we tell the other, “I went.”
My wife might be on the couch, me by my computer, each of us working diligently, our ipods within reach. It’s a constant back and forth.
“I went.”
tap tap tap tap tap.
“I went.”
tap tap tap tap phone call, hi, oh that’s awesome, ok, see you tomorrow, tap tap tap.
“I went”
I’ll even call her from work. Ring ring ring,
“Hey”
“Hey, I went”
“Ok, see ya”
“See ya.”
Or she’ll text me:
IW
OK
It’s fun. My daughter is even getting into it (when she’s around and my wife says, “I went,” I add, “Pee pee?” and my daughter thinks it’s hilarious – the joys of fourth grade humor!)
I’ve been kicking her ass. She came close once, but every other time we’ve played I’ve beaten her by a large margin. It got to the point where I started to feel bad for her. As we began our seventh game I decided I was going to let her win. I started off strong and then fell behind and then started catching up. I was doing a good job of staying close and showing enthusiasm about the game, all to make her feel this was for real. I even threw in some good ol’ trash talk…
Meanwhile, outside of scrabble world… It had been about three days of me coming home late from work (finally done catching up from 10 days in Pittsburgh) and finding my wife practically passed out with no chance for sex. So yesterday I planned it so I’d be home early and we could both be in bed at the same time all ready for “fun-time”. Lo, I arrived home and hung around a bit, I chatted with my wife about this and that and watched her do some facebook silliness, and just at the time when she usually goes to bed I said, “I’m going to bed are you coming?”
“I can’t. I have to do this research for Beth, we’re doing that presentation next week and I have to be prepared.”
“You have to do that now?”
“Yeah. We’re meeting tomorrow to discuss what we’ll be talking about.”
“Your a pro on that stuff, you don’t have to prepare. She just expects you to meet her tomorrow and be your brilliant self.”
“No. She expects me to have done research. I’m going to be up so late doing this,” sigh. (Did she just sigh?)
“Did you just sigh?”
“I guess. Yeah.” (Jeesh, what have you been doing for the last hour and a half?! Facebook? Chatting? You could have gotten this all done by now and we could be having great baby-making sex!)
“Alright, well good luck. I’m going to bed.” Grrrrrr. (Yes I really growled. I do that when I’m pissed but am unsure how to express it. It’s a very low guttural growl.)
Words with Friends Scrabble game. App for the ipod touch and iphone. Can also be used to relieve aggression.
At this point I walked into the kitchen and filled my glass of water to put by my bed. As I set the glass down on the kitchen counter I saw my ipod, still and untouched. I stood there for a full minute staring at the ipod, my glass in one hand and my other hand on the counter near the little music playing machine. A big grin spread across my face (passive-aggressive moment here I come),
“I’m going to crush her,” I think and I grab my ipod, flip it directly to the scrabble app and look at my letters for all of 10 seconds before I throw down a 48 point move using only two tiles and spanning four different words, two on the double word square.
“I went,” I say to my wife.
I can hear her fumbling to get her ipod and get the app started, I’m counting down in my head, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1…
“Oh, shit,” she says from the living room, “you’re beating me now.”
“Ok, I went,” she says.
“Not bad,” and ten seconds later I add, “I went.”
“36 points? Jeez!” I hear from the living room. My smile is plastered to my face. She doesn’t stand a chance. I’m going to crush her.
At this moment I started feeling a bit like a jerk, but hey what am I gonna do? Another 28 point move, and she’s feeling the heat. It’s out of reach at this point so I go into the living room say goodnight and go off to bed. I lay down in bed with the ipod and finish off the game, winning by almost 100 points. I’m sleeping tight and don’t even hear her when she comes in to the bedroom.
hahaha…revenge is sweet!
hahaha! You are too funny!
hahaha! Men will be boys!