F Bombs and Darlene

Backstory: I recently joined a band, and Monday afternoon I sang for a few thousand people at the Cardinals opening day rally.

Actual text message conversation regarding said gig:

Mom: How was the show

Me: Soooooo much fucking fun. And yes. Fun enough to use the f word to my mother. I'll call you later.

Mom: Sooooo f'ing glad!

I also have a HUGE self-inflicted tambourine injury. What is my life?