Hah.

Note to husband: When the barbecue degenerates into a water-fight, and you know the general maturity level of all participants tends to decrease when in each other's company, and you choose to remain outdoors, do not complain when you end up soaked with the remnants of the ice chest. Or sprayed with the garden hose. Or whatever the heck else they were doing out there.

Note to AJ who is grinning like a maniac: Yes, yes, I see you're all wet! But! That's how you know it was a good water fight, yah? Yah!

*laughing my ass off 'cause I came in the house when the first ice cubes started to fly*