This sounds like it arises from more post-moving-day mishaps. Did you walls prove to be less limitless than you thought? ;-)
Clumsy Anthony glared first at the board, where TRANSLOCATION practically bisected it, and then at his rack, which seemed to have too many consonants on it, and chewed on his bottom lip. As he hunted for anything he could make with KLMSUWY Deborah stood up from the table and started staggering around the hall. "I think she farted, dear," said Theresa, "and there's not much ventilation in those suits." He sighed, and finally finding a word other than WAY, laid CLUMSY down on the board running down from the C.
The following is a true story in which I was Ally:
I sluggishly flicked on the light next to me and rubbed the sleep from my eyes. Too late did I regret our “genius” plans on grabbing that six AM flight so we could spend as much of Christmas with my family as possible. Ally sat up and tried to get out of bed, but her foot was somehow still trapped in her blanket cocoon and she tripped, tumbling into the bedside table with a loud crash that sent the cat scurrying away. As she strung together a colorful strand of curse words, clutching her soon-t0-be bruised knee, I wondered just how long this day would actually be.
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This sounds like it arises from more post-moving-day mishaps. Did you walls prove to be less limitless than you thought? ;-)
Clumsy
Anthony glared first at the board, where TRANSLOCATION practically bisected it, and then at his rack, which seemed to have too many consonants on it, and chewed on his bottom lip. As he hunted for anything he could make with KLMSUWY Deborah stood up from the table and started staggering around the hall.
"I think she farted, dear," said Theresa, "and there's not much ventilation in those suits."
He sighed, and finally finding a word other than WAY, laid CLUMSY down on the board running down from the C.
Greg - nah, was just imagining how clumsy Deborah would be whilst trying to play in that suit.
As it turns out, I see that she has other issues to be concerned about...
The following is a true story in which I was Ally:
I sluggishly flicked on the light next to me and rubbed the sleep from my eyes. Too late did I regret our “genius” plans on grabbing that six AM flight so we could spend as much of Christmas with my family as possible. Ally sat up and tried to get out of bed, but her foot was somehow still trapped in her blanket cocoon and she tripped, tumbling into the bedside table with a loud crash that sent the cat scurrying away. As she strung together a colorful strand of curse words, clutching her soon-t0-be bruised knee, I wondered just how long this day would actually be.
Ivy - oh dear. I hope the day only improved from there for you!
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