God slapped my wrist and put me in timeout in front of all my friends. Embarrassing? Absolutely.
Then again, we learn from our mistakes, right? (Well, that's the hope, anyway.)
What did I learn? Let's just say I got further on the praying-before-speaking path of enlightenment. I did remember to pray after I opened the can of worms. Maybe that preserved my integrity a shred.
Any other takeaways? I hope my ownership of my very public reproof will be a testimony to the grace of God.
Were you looking for more? Look for my post about my personal struggle with picking your battles.