Pea Brain

When The Attorney wants to "play," who am I to stop her? It doesn't matter that I'm busy (read: obsessed) trying to install the correct Raw plug-in into Photoshop, or that Idol was about to start, or even that I was hungry. She wanted to play, and she wanted to play now.

"Fine, Mom, I'll play a game with you. Geez." (Can you believe parents these days?)

We started a game of Literati, which is Scrabble but with a smarter sounding name.

Halfway through, the only word I could come up with was "the." That or add an "s" to something. So the phrase THIS IS GAY kept repeating itself in my head.

Then she said (mind you, this was online), "And no asking Hubs! That's cheating!"

The score at this point was 136 to 45 so, naturally, I turned to Hubs. "Honey, help me!"

He glanced over and offered what I can only assume was his way of "helping."

"Why are you playing with your mom? You know she's going to win. She has that BRAIN."

Thanks, honey. Apparently I only have a pea.

Well, guess what. I WON!

Because she forfeited.

Because I finally went to get something to eat and never came back.