Here's the city-girl daughter braving the elements to attend her 8:30 am class. She has two more days to go and she will have completed her first semester.
Her focus is psychology. She says she'd like to be either a substance abuse counselor or a marriage counselor. I assured her she has chosen a stable field, as the majority of the world is--and more than likely, always will be--whacked out.
We don't mince words, she and I.
When I suggested we play Scrabble free of restrictions--no holds barred, she admitted she had always thought it was no holes barge.
Here's what a scrabble board looks like between two forward-thinking females.