In which FHE could have gone very, very badly

Last night Spitfire and I decided to be supportive and social and junk by attending our ward's Family Home Evening activity. I'm still not calling anyone my Mom or my Dad. They're an FHE Group Leader or they're nothing. And yes, it does matter. And if I ever hear anyone suggest that precision in language is not important again then they're going to get a number 2 pencil in the leg. Are we clear?

So a big ol' group of us were gathered around, playing this game. Everyone writes down the name of famous people on pieces of paper, you put the pieces in a bowl, and then the game proceeds in phases.

First phase, you pull pieces of paper from the bowl and describe the celebrity for your teammates to guess. You do as many as you can in 30 seconds.

In the second phase, all the pieces go back in and you can only use 3 words to describe them.

In the third phase, you have to act them out with no talking (I got Harriet Tubman at one point, which was not an easy one, I tell you.) I'm glad no one drew Chairman Mao's name, though, for the charades bit. Because I can't imagine how you would do that without looking really racist.

Anyway, this is L***n, where there are lots and lots of country music fans. Just ask my car radio, which only has like three stations programmed in. So there were a few country music singers in the bowl.

During round 2 (where you can only use 3 words), one of my team members drew a name.

Team member: "Redneck."

Me: "Garth Brooks!!!"

Everyone: Sudden Silence

And then I remembered where I was, and that I was probably close to death. Luckily a few people laughed, which saved me.

I'm still watching my back, though.

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