You could sew my mouth shut and give me a script and I’d still find a way to stick my foot in it. After a rather controlled and planned outburst the other day, giving voice to a rant I’d heard many times at home, but that my husband was avoiding in public, we happened to run into the recipient of said rant. He put his arm on mine right there in the beer and nuts aisle and thanked me for being direct. Me: No problem. Him: really appreciate it. Me: Well, I felt like it needed to be said. Him: Absolutely it did. You don’t disappoint. Me: Yeah, when it comes to using my mouth I never disappoint. I took Briar’s hand and excused…