I return home to find that not only am I tired from driving four hours, and it's snowy, and my throat hurts, and I have to go to work in an hour...

...but now I have to deal with discovering that --at some point overnight-- Kate completed kicking my Scrabbly ass in an extra-large, family pass-around-pack kinda way. Good lord.  That's quite a high score. She was practically hemorrhaging 8-letter words at one point. Damnable child.