Matt and I were talking about how we met. The true story is we met at a Christmas party, another guy was trying to pour beer down the back of my top and Matt stopped him, I spent the rest of the night safe on Matt’s lap. Alas, Matt thinks that this isn’t a good enough story…
Matt: I’m thinking we need to come up with a really cool story about how we met.
Matt: Because I figure we will have to tell it a lot, and meeting at a christmas party isn’t really very impressive.
Kitta: We met at a Christmas party when you stopped some wanker of a guy from pouring beer down my top, that is impressive.
Matt: Instead of that… I saved you from being bashed by seven drunk guys in an alley trying to bash you.
Matt: Fine… We’ll stick with the true story.
Matt: Hey, it was a good idea, we would have a great story to tell at events!
Kitta: Me being bashed is a good story?
Matt: Noooo, I saved you.
Kitta: Right, from seven guys? Just think about that…
Matt: How about this then… It was at the ski slopes in Aspen, you fell and hurt your ankle and seven wolves were coming towards you, but I fought them off.
A few moments later…
Matt: Can I have a pet fox?
Kitta: No sweetie.