There is a reason why most of my blogposts about Karl's birthday are under password. He, one of my dearest friends, is just the best kept secret that I simply do not want to share.
The reckless late-night journeys and risky drinking habits we have shared – let's just say that we do got some swagger. All the show aside, he is most genuine, caring and utterly sweet human being there is.
The regularity of our meet-ups are reducing year by year,
however our love stays the same:
"Today we are charming, witty and elegant" they said:
"Erase the last sentence and let's B-R-A-V-U-H-U-H-H-U-U-R!"
His charm is contagious and there's no vaccine to prevent it:
That moment when I, yet again, forgot my husbands name for two weeks:
First time ever she had the famous Karl's birthday pasta salad
and she liked it:
#koorekiht:
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