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Scrabble Score

For a lazy Sunday without a lot of inspiration for blog topics, I thought this was kinda funny.

Pholph's Scrabble Generator

My Scrabble© Score is: 18.
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Comments

Anonymous said…
My name "Susanne" is only a "7"!
~Sue
Unknown said…
Deborah = My lucky number 13

Some feel that the number 13 is an unlucky number. You will usually never see a room numbered 13, or hotels or motels with a 13th floor. The card deck includes 13 hearts, 13 spades, 13 squares, 13 clubs. The number of people sitting at the Last Supper, you guessed it, 13. The significance of the number 13 in U.S. history is very strong. The number 13 as used on many U.S. symbols (the stripes on the flag, On a One Dollar bill the you will find 13 steps on the Pyramid, 13 stars above the eagle, 13 plumes of feathers on each of the Eagle's wings, 13 bars on the shield, 13 leaves on the olive branch, 13 fruits, and 13 arrows) all represent the beginning of our country, as established by the thirteen colonies. But it should also remind us of the importance of the "13th Amendment". And you can, and should, be reminded of the history of this country each time you look at a one dollar bill.
Anonymous said…
For "MaryEllen" I get 14!
Rochelle said…
I have the lucky number 13!

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