I’ve decided why we haven’t made more friends since we’ve been back.

This whole time I thought it was me- me being too picky. Me not wanting to be social. Me, me, me.

The truth is, however, it’s not me- it’s Will.

and I never would have guessed it.

Here’s the story-

So Sunday night we went over to our friend’s house to watch Sunday night football.

(sidebar- we need names for these friends, don’t you think? I think so. I’m open to suggestions. Sarah and Theresa call them Ross and Rachel. What do you think? Good, strong name? We can call them that if you want- but in honor of election day, I’m open to your opinions and votes as well)

During the game we also thought it would be fun to play a board game, so we ended up playing Battle of the Sexes.

I’m not sure if you’ve ever played it, but basically it’s guys versus girls and you go back and forth asking each other questions.

Both games were going strong, when all of a sudden Mrs.Yet to be Named Friend asks the question, “What was the name of Oscar the Grouch’s girlfriend?”

It gets real quiet, because obviously no one knows the answer.

HOWEVER-

Instead of just saying, “I don’t know the answer,” Will decides to be funny and open his big mouth and say the following:

“It’s gotta be something awful. Something hideous… like Elvira!”

All of a sudden it got real quiet and Mrs. Yet to be Named Friend says, “That’s my mom’s name.”

AWKWARD!

We all ended up dying in laughter- but for that split second it sure was weird.

Way to go Will.

I can’t take him anywhere!

See!? This whole time I thought it was me- yeah- it wasn’t.

Thankfully we’ve known this couple for a long time (they were in our wedding), so it’s not like it was an awkward first double date or anything- but still! Way to open your mouth Will.

So- if we ever get to meet, please excuse my husband. Sometimes his desire to be witty may cause a lapse in judgement which may lead to calling your mother’s name hideous, insulting your “beautiful” newborn baby, or talking bad about the pie you brought not knowing it was you who brought it.

Oh- and if that wasn’t bad enough, the whole rest of the night he sang the country song, “Elvira.”

Yeah… that’s my husband. Mr. Sensitive.