Hell hath no fury...

... like a woman who misses out on most of The Amazing Race due to slow service at Olive Garden and repeated severe warnings and graphics.

D rarely gets angry, or very angry. Last night, she was a seething cauldron of P-O'ed fury, a cauldron I wisely chose not to stir, and I think that, were her parents not at our house last night, she might have blown off some of that steam.

I went into the other room and watched Family Guy. So it's not like I didn't suffer.