Scrabble, mer able
The weather sucked this weekend and I was struck by an inane desire to stay at home and wear my glasses. Though we walked to Little India to eat Northern Indian food, yum yum, at Tandoori Restuarant, not the usual one I usually go to. After that, we braved the rain to go to Mustafa, that ranks just behind Daiso, in my little heart. Sunday, we just went to do boring domesticated (I know it should be domestic but I feel domesticated like a domesticated animal that has no life) grocery shopping to cook dinner because then I could eat popcorn, pasta and other things in one sitting.
And we played Scrabble. My mother unearthed a Travel Scrabble that was given to me long time ago, the stands that hold the tiles are yellow from the CCK flat.
And I always lost. But I will demand a rematch.