My bookworm of a wife reads in bed. Always has.
Until this week. When she started taking her iPhone to bed instead.
Now to quote Sir Tom Jones, its not unusual. Just a few weeks back I took to playing an iPhone game with annoying sound while she tried to get through some depressing novel where a family of ethnicity overcomes great hardships in an ultimately uplifting story of the human spirit.
But that's me. I'm silly. You expect it of me.
She's started playing Scrabble on her phone. Playing just herself. No computer or human opponent.
I love Scrabble. I play everyday on facebook with 2 good friends. Think I wouldn't like a little husband/wife wordplay action?
But No. She hates that I play stupid 2 letter words that form multiple directional scores.
I know Anne is the Least Competitive Person in the World™. But this is wrong. It's like me joining a Book Group that reads the same book as Anne's Groups ... but I refuse to discuss it with my own wife.
Wrong. (9 pts in open play)