BUT I STILL REIGN QUEEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (maniacal laughter in YOUR face!)
I would think that after all this time of proving myself worthy to reign on this throne that the peasants would become complacent and resign themselves to my destiny....buttttt ohhhhh no, they grow even more rebellious with each rotation of the sun. Those too cowardly (my partner and my children) to attempt a match with me can be heard from their sooted corners cheering for whatever jester attempts to sit before me!
Now I will concede that my reign has been a difficult one for them to live under but all the poking and proding I've given them toward improving their lot in life has been miscontrued as braggadocios. I admit I am not a humble Queen, for the joys of wearing the royal robe and just the site of my welcoming throne sends rushing waves from my toes to the top of my crown. But I tire sometimes of the lonliness of it all and dream of a worthy opponent to rise from the ashes. Alas, it has yet to happen, although one comes close, he still has a long road ahead and has spurned my offer at tutelage. Ah, the suffering of the lowly does break my heart so. And to think he got whupped on his birthday, so sad he must be.
WIP (whupping in progress) followed by WC (whupping completed):
Upfromsumdirt, my brother, and I had another marathon day at Scrabble this past Saturday. We have scheduled for another such ass whupping marathon day this coming Thursday.
Here he is at my computer. He eschews the chair, any chair, for a preference for this position while he surfs. This doesn't appear remotely comfortable to me but reminds me of a classical pianist from Ghana I saw in concert decades ago who sat on a Ashanti stool at the piano...a very low Ashanti stool that aligned the area between his chest and chin with the keyboard.
Upfromsumdirt is such a prolific poet and here he is in deep thought summoning his muse and out came the line "will you get that damn camera out of my face". Such energy and drive in that line alone, don'cha think?
Hail to the queen! Karoda, you would love the online scrabble game Literati. I am an addict.
ReplyDeleteSomeday we must have a Scrabble tournament! I must see for myself how Great Thou Art!!
ReplyDeleteBring it on babeeeeee!!!!!!!!! (turning to my court of judges to ask 'was that threatening enough?') okay, yeah! bring it! and you didn't hear me stutter!
ReplyDeleteTooo funny! The "Birthday Whipping" on the scorecard is hilarious!
ReplyDeleteQueen Karoda rocks big time. Who would dare to challenge such expertise, not I.
ReplyDeleteI LOVE Scrabble but it's been so long since I've had anyone to play with that I've probably forgotten how!!
ReplyDeleteHail to Queen Karoda!!
..."queen" my ass...
ReplyDeletehey Ron, what about all the times you win!
ReplyDeleteKARODA, Trevor said bring it on.
ReplyDeleteall the times he wins?! but he still TRAILS ME! Are the peasants blind as well?
ReplyDeleteTell Trevor he can't make up rules as he goes along...signs of a true rogue for sure. I use the OFFICIAL Scrabble rules! But this here Queen can step down from the throne if it makes the rascals feel noble for a brief spell.
What a hoot! You must have had a wonderful day!! and the "'queen' my ass" comment was a crack up as well -- disgruntled, wasn't he?!
ReplyDeleteI love scrabble!
ReplyDeleteIsn't it fun with brothers, this post bring a new meaning to sibling rivalry...healthy, fun and loving for sure...
I can't wait until you write about the rematch...;)
"queen"???
ReplyDeletei spose even riffraff has her day, hunh?
...standin here
ReplyDeletein the aftermath,
all i can say is this:
KAREN TRIED,
she really did.
hey, hey! get your on damn blog!
ReplyDeleteYou know what they say Karoda - it ain't braggin' if it's the truth!
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