Why I love weekends

We're having such a nice, relaxing weekend. I no longer feel bad if I don't get any gardening done on the weekend, as this time of year it's just too damn hot. So yesterday Mr Bon and I cracked out the Scrabble board, and had a most enjoyable game.

It started either brilliantly, or terribly - depending on who you're barracking for. Mr Bon got to go first (having drawn an "E"), so he got the free double word score. I scrounged up "hotel", getting a score of 16, and for some reason 95% of my scores to follow were also 16. I have angered the Scrabble gods.

In any case, then it got really ridiculous - on his second go, Mr Bon had the audacity to put down "Jacobite" - using up EVERY SINGLE BLOODY LETTER. Cheeky sod. Hasn't anyone told him that you're supposed to let your wife win at Scrabble? (Err.. I might be a mite over-competitive when it comes to Scrabble - I blame my mother, who is the Queen of kicking people's butts at Scrabble. I've got a standard to live up to...)

Next I put down "cement" - another 16. And then, what does he do?? He's got a bloody Z, and a triple word score! Who does that?? Jazz. Good lord.

At this stage I received begrudging permission to cheat, being ridiculously far behind on the scoreboard, and so surrendered two 1-point letters and dug out an "N" and a "D" from the letter bag. This enabled me to put down a triumphant "Jazzhands". The game then proceeded peacefully for quite some time - although Mr Bon made the most of his opportunity to remind me of what a big CHEATER I am, for the rest of the day.

As we got towards the end of the game, I went to retrieve the very last letter in the letter bag. I ask you, general blog-reading population, what the frak are the chances that the VERY LAST LETTER in the letter bag would be a Q?! What have I done to the Scrabble gods to deserve this?? Naturally, my only recourse was to cheat. I managed to cunningly replace the "u" in "bung" with an "i", with Mr Bon none the wiser. I still had a problem, however - all I had was "QUAR" - somewhat hard to dispose of. In the interests of finishing the game on the same day as we'd started it, I stifled my giggling long enough to put down "QUAX". Mr Bon doesn't get to complain about this particular instance of cheating, as he subsequently converted it to "SQUAX". And then I told him where the U had come from :D

Aside from somewhat dubious games of Scrabble, the weekend has been fairly uneventful. I've been monitoring Bear-cam, and intermittently exploding with cries of "SNOUT!!!" or "BABY BEAR NOISES!!!".

Tess has also enjoyed herself with her favourite formerly-squeaky donut-thing.

And a couple of seconds later...

Now I suppose I should get back to the useful things that need to be done - feeding the dog, a preposterous amount of washing up, a load of washing, and my job application. Oh well - the lazy weekend was fun while it lasted!