Me: I don’t believe we’ve received an invitation to the huge camp over BBQ your cousin throws every year.
Husband: Probably because I made out with the Wedding singer at his wedding reception last winter.
Me: What?? Where was I?
Husband: You were sitting right beside me at the bar!
Me: What was I doing?
Husband: Hitting on one of his married friends and doing shots with the bartender while his girlfriend death glared you.
Me: Oh…Well, that would do it then. Why didn’t we go home with the singer?
Husband: She had somewhere to be the next day.