Last week I ducked over to my neighbour’s house to pick up a couple of parcels that she had kindly collected from our front door for me.
They’d been sitting there because our kids had gone on school camp AT THE SAME TIME (yes, I shouted that bit…thank you school admin staff for aligning the stars on that one) so we took it upon ourselves to head into town for a couple of nights and do a juice cleanse.
Mango Daiquiri for me, Beer for him. Please note the garnish on my cocktail. At first glance I was worried we were one bunch of kale away from being at one of those organic health farms that tricks you into thinking you’re at a resort, but then I saw deep-fried chicken bites on the cocktail menu and knew we were going to be ok.
After we’d chatted for a bit and I was about to head home, my neighbour said, “Oh, I keep meaning to tell you something funny involving your husband that happened over the Christmas holidays!”
“Okkkkaaaay” I answered, intrigued as to what on earth it could be.
My neighbour then went onto explain that over the Christmas break they had friends over for a BBQ and at one point one of her friends was outside, watching all the kids ride their bikes up and down the street.
While this was happening, Scott, or Guns as he’s known on Instagram, was busy working out the front of our house, putting in a new garden.
My neighbour’s friend was watching him {#shesonlyhuman} when she said something along the lines of, “That guy looks REALLY familiar. I feel like I know him from somewhere.”
Apparently my neighbour was all, “Where would you know him from?” and at this point I started laughing nervously and said, “OMG, I think I know where this is going….”
My neighbour started laughing too and said, “Well then my friend asked me if his wife was called Kirsten and had curly hair and I said YES! How do you know that?! And she said she follows you on Instagram and the guy she was looking at is called Guns! She also said you do a funny cooking show and he sometimes pops up in the background?”
Cue more laughing from me followed by that weird thing I do when I’m a bit embarrassed – talk non stop!
Because I’ve never discussed this blog or Scott’s occasional shirtless appearances on Insta with my neighbour before, I launched into quite the spiel about how Scott got his nickname of Guns, how Scott will LOVE that someone recognised him, how next time he’s working in the yard he’ll probably do a quick workout so his six-pack is looking tight…you name it, I blurted it out!
Guns hard at work on his latest project.
Once I drew breath, we both had a good old laugh about how funny the whole thing was.
My neighbour then told me that Scott is now known as Guns in their house (cue more laughing from me) and as I walked back to our house I yelled out, “This is going to make one hell of a blog post!” while wondering if I should quit this blogging gig, set Guns up with his own Instagram account and become his manager!
Ever been recognised in public? Or maybe your husband has? Have you done a juice cleanse at a bar? We’re covering all the important topics today!
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