I sent KC a timehop picture of us on our honeymoon which was almost 3 years ago.
KC: look at my boyish face. Now I'm a fat grizzled old man.
KC: I'm going to eat them.
Me: with what?
KC: I'm just going to eat them. Like oranges.
Me: Have you ever had a lemon before?
KC: Of course. I like lemons.
Me: Okay, let's do it now. I have to see this.
I have tried Guinness in America and Ireland, and it's not for me. You can see the evidence on instagram. KC pours a can of Guinness into a glass, brings it over to me.
KC: Want a sip?
KC: Just a sip..
KC: Just smell it.
Me: You can smell my butt.
KC: I will if you take a sip.
Me: *runs away*
I was laughing. KC asked why.
Me: Have you seen this thing on Tumblr? It -
KC interrupts: I haven't seen anything on Tumblr. Ever.
He wanted to buy some part so that he could play his PS4 on the computer monitor so I could watch Netflix at the same time (this was texting).
Me: want me to order it online?
KC: No, I'm gonna try and find it at walmart.
10 minutes later
KC: can you order it? f*ck walmart.
Looking at photos from Dublin, he points at one.
KC: Oh this is a good photo of you. You don't have any dark circles or bags like normal.
One of my favourite stories about KC. We were in London in 2010, he had a cold and had taken a lot of medication and such. The doors to our hotel room were loud, and heavy, and I seriously could not open it on my own. I was asleep when I heard a loud knock on the door. I rolled over to tell KC to tell them to go away (we were all jetlagged and on a weird schedule so I thought it was day time) to find he wasn't there. I noticed the time. 2 am.
Me: Who is it?
I struggle to open the door, he rushes by me wearing only his boxer shorts.
KC: Close the door. They're coming.
Me, closing the door: who?
KC: They know. They saw. We have to leave.
Me, noticing he has a bunch of papers in his hands: Um, what you got there?
KC: documents. We'll need them.
Me, realising the man is sleep walking: Okay. Can I have the papers?
He hands them to me. They are newspapers and people's hotel invoices.
He gets into bed, and says: we'll be okay.
So I get into bed.
5 minutes later he says: what the f*ck just happened.
He was so high on cold and flu drugs that he walked around our hotel at 2am stealing people's invoices if they were poking out from under the door. Hilarious. I hope the hotel had security cameras.
Also, tomorrow is the next 'What's New With You' link up with Gretch and I, which you can read about here if you like. Hope you can link up with us!