I take my Wordle very seriously.
Very seriously.
But it was bound to happen and one day a couple of weeks ago it did.
I lost.

I was oh so close. I thought I had it but I didn’t. The correct word was “found”.
It ended my 60 game streak. (The first games really didn’t count because I hadn’t read the directions well enough to realize how the game was played. Typical. )

I was crushed. I really was. It surprised me because I am not a very competitive game player but it made me sad.
But I came back the next day and a couple of days later I scored this one.

Pretty good, huh? My first two guesser.
I might have found the perfect t-shirt for me from Life is Good. What do you think?
