Man, today I did something that can only be called Monumentally Stupid. I won't get into details, cause, you know Monumentally Stupid. And, well, it made me angry. No one to be mad at but myself but, boy, was I pissed. So I sent a tweet (you've all heard of the twee-tar, correct?) and a text to Dianna which consisted of 18 F Words. All caps. No spaces.

Which was an edited version of what I said at the time - creative swearing is a hobby of mine.

Anyway, some people encouraged me to drown my anger in comics, which would not help but definitely be awesome. Dianna, I knew, did not have her phone on her and would get the text later, after I'd calmed down. She, as she is known to do, got the text and imagined the worst and called as soon as she got her phone back. Of course it turned out to be a much smaller deal than 18 F Words warranted. It was only Monumentally Stupid not Ultra Super Horrible.

But since she assumed Ultra Super Horrible it made Monumentally Stupid seem Mildly Annoying and nothing more. My actions weren't as bad as she imagined so it made everything OK.

And I have learned from this.

At some point she might get a text of 20 to 25 F Words (and maybe 3 to 5 S's). This will raise the Threat Level to Holy Hell Everyone's Dead. Then I'll sneak in something mid-range and get away with it. I've accidently had the car painted pink. I mistakenly dropped six hundred bucks on gnarly comics. We're plural married. Something.

But since she's going to find this More Than Mildly Annoying I'll get right to the pictures.

Here's some pics my mom took on Asher's birthday, aka the Great Cupcake Massacre.

Roasting marshmellows over the grill. Dianna took the three pronger . . . and lost two.