One hot summer day back in the 70's, I had an unusually bad day and Wayne must have had one too, because he kept nipping and nipping at me all day long. He brought his bad mood with him to the noon dinner table. Now, I was taught that you never argued with anyone at the table, because it hindered your digestion. I sat at one end of our huge long table and Wayne sat at the other end with at least 8 of our children in between. At first, I remained quiet while he nipped away. We had aluminum colored drinking "glasses" and all were filled with iced tea. Wayne made just one too many snippy remarks before I finally lost my cool and then I blew. All I can remember now is that the iced tea and the aluminum container were all flying through the air and, of course, you can guess who I was aiming for! Wayne fended off the direct hit, but tea splattered all over him and the table. The children sat speechless. I do not know who was more shocked, Wayne, the kids or I at this "most always" cool, calm and collected mama, who always tried to keep her composure. Wayne sat and looked at me in shock and never uttered a word for a few moments. What he finally said, I have yet to find in the Bible. The kids still mention "the time mama blew and the tea flew." They can even laugh about it now!