I can’t understand everything he says, but even when you can’t understand Karl, you just know he’s being a bitch. And it’s just so great to see him in action, isn’t it? It makes you realize that the wonderful man we read about in stories is real, and he’s that lovable, catty old biddy that we always knew him to be.
In honor of Karl, and since I know you didn’t honestly believe you’d get through one weekend with me without seeing this, here’s a picture of my cats from last night:
That’s both of them sleeping on my lap. The big one has his tongue hanging out a little, and you can see my gross ass glass of wine up in the corner. I was watching The Woman in Black and trying not to piss myself. The only way that night could have been any better is if Karl and Choupette were there to share it with us.