WHELP, it TURNS out I’m not perfect.
For a glorious 31-day stretch, I was though.
Perfect.
At LEAST according to Wordle.
My hubris got me, and that’s not even a five-letter word. It should be, though. Kind of like COCKY.
I’d strolled onto the Wordle SCENE like a SASSY tourist. I’d only intended to VISIT, JUDGE a little, and then SCRAM. But, I got STUCK THERE, LURED by the easy ego BOOST and the QUICK FINIS.
Most MORNS I’d grab my PHONE and complete the puzzle before I’d even RISEN from bed. It was a GREAT way to START the day. I hardly ever SPOKE ABOUT my streak, though, because I didn’t want to BREAK the SPELL.
THOSE words came easily to me, at FIRST. I almost never even had to take a FIFTH CRACK at them.
Once, I had to SWEAT out a SIXTH GUESS, and it SHOOK me up a PINCH, but I got it RIGHT so I could RELAX.
Then, my HUBBY BEGAN to play, and our HOUSE got a TEENY bit competitive (AGAIN).
EARLY Monday morning, I AWOKE and grabbed my PHONE. By my second GUESS, I had four letters in PLACE. Easy PEASY. I thought I KNEW it, ADDED a letter and got READY to LEAVE the room.
WRONG!
“All RIGHT,” I said. “THERE are STILL THREE more SHOTS.”
How ABOUT this one?
WRONG!
BLEEP! What the?
I gave my head a SMACK. Why didn’t I THINK of that one FIRST. Of course!
VOILA!
WRONG AGAIN! I STILL didn’t PANIC. I had one more GUESS and I CHOSE it APACE.
SADLY, that one was WRONG too.
What a SHAME.
I GUESS I’m only HUMAN after all.
SHOOT!
