You Had To Be There

I just tried to explain the title of this blog to my mom, who, as she is wont to do (and which drives me up the bloody wall), peeped over my shoulder to see what I'm writing on her computer, she half-grimaced and shook her head. I tried again, and she sighed in motherly frustration and shook her head again. Why is it the humor of this particular circle of friends goes over the heads of most everyone with whom I speak? Coworkers, other friends, parents. Not stupid people, by a long shot. They just don't get it.