“You can while away the hours conferrin’ with the flowers, consultin’ with the rain.”
So sang our old friend Scarecrow in The Wizard of Oz.
Of course, he didn’t have a brain.
When I run out of constructive things to do online, I while away the hours playing a game called Bookworm.
What a perfect segue from my last post!
Try it. You might like it. But I warn you:
It’s addicting.
It’s frustrating.
It’s downright infuriating.
It’s all of the above.
It can even be fun, especially when you find you have reached Grand Archivist level and are no longer a lowly Encyclopedia Salesman.
Mrs. RWP, on the other hand, goes for Spider Solitaire and Mahjongg.
Offline, we like Mexican Train Dominoes and Skip-Bo and Phase 10.
What games do you like to play, and why do you like them?
I remind you again that this is a family-friendly blog, so keep your answers G-rated.
Hello, world! This blog began on September 28, 2007, and so far nobody has come looking for me with tar and feathers.
On my honor, I will do my best not to bore you. All comments are welcome
as long as your discourse is civil and your language is not blue.
Happy reading, and come back often!
And whether my cup is half full or half empty, fill my cup, Lord.
Copyright 2007 - 2025 by Robert H.Brague
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Saturday, January 14, 2012
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