Belinda Says Hay: “Wordle”

Hello. It's Belinda.

First things first. The Valentine's Day specials are back.

Nothing says "I love goodies" like these limited-time treats and bundles.

Here's the link for my USA friends.

For my UK pals, click here.

I could go for some of that Valentine's herbal medley right about now. It has everything. Rose petals, hibiscus petals, dandelion, raspberry, jasmine. "And more."

I hope Josh from the warehouse sees this blog.

OK on to the main topic.

But before I start, I want to let you know I am not a "stick in the mud." I can goof off with the best of them.

But there's a time for work and a time for play. And my roommate is beginning to slack off in my opinion.

I'm talking about her rabbit duties. Such as feeding us on time.

It all started the other morning when she was late with breakfast.

I heard water running in the kitchen. Which meant she was rinsing the romaine, parsley and the rest.

Then silence. It went on and on. 

Usually we hear her on the steps a few minutes after she shuts off the water. But not this time.

Little Fang looked at me through the bars of her pen.

"I could eat a barn," she said.

Me too, I said.

Enough was enough. 

I walked up the steps and across the kitchen floor. My roommate didn't even notice me.

She was leaning against the counter by the sink. Staring at her phone.

I nose-booped her leg.

"Belinda!" She glanced down at me and smiled. "Good morning."

Then she looked back at her phone. 

I could see breakfast salads on the counter behind her. The whole room smelled like parsley.  

I was getting ready to hit her leg again when she said it.

"Belinda, what's the French word for 'rabbit?' Is it la pin or le pin?'"

She reached down toward me and turned her phone so I could see the screen.

This is what I saw:

"I'm trying to solve this Wordle puzzle. I need a word that has the letters L, E and N."

I didn't know what to say.

I needed breakfast. So did Little Fang. My roommate and I could play spelling games after "morning chores." 

I turned and walked back toward the steps. I guess that reminded my roommate about a certain job she has. 

"Oops! I guess you're hungry for your salad. I'm sorry, bunny."

She followed me down to the bottom level with a plate in each hand. Before long I was enjoying my post-breakfast stretch.

That's when I got my big idea. To invent my own word puzzle game. 

It needs to be easy enough for my roommate to solve in under a minute. No more distractions and long delays.  

So I worked on a prototype for 15 hours. It's based on loops and snackers.

You have to guess which is which and where they go.