Not to be all old-fashioned on you Words-with-Friends folks,
but I'm grateful for Scrabble. 
Just the simple board.
The wooden letters.
The way kids (and husbands) will try to pretend any letters smashed together equal a word.
I love a night when the rain is dripping steadily off the eaves and the cats are asleep in a pile of laundry (so we best not disturb them to fold it) and there's nothing to do but play a game of Scrabble. 
Don't you?