Post for Karabey

This is a post about Kara.

Kara doesn't know that I'm going to post about her.

Surprise, Karabey!

(Don't call her that. Please, it'd be weird. It's just for us, and a select group of super-elite fellow oddballs. We have a thing.)

Oh Kara, don't hate me for this post.

Kara and I go back. Way back. 4th grade back. Or perhaps further than that. Farther? Further.

Observe: Kara's dad, the fabulous photographer Poppa Sammies, even took our senior photos together.

So young, so disaffected.

Kara came to visit me in Ireland. This is Kara's opinion of this Irish chocolate bar.

She didn't like it.

And this is Kara wishing me farewell for Ireland.

Don't worry Kara. I have a readership of about 7 people. It's not as embarrassing as you think.

This is Kara's fabulous, gloriously huge great dane, Peewit.

He likes me.

This isn't Kara. It's my flatmate, Stephen. He was drawing with his feet.

But only because Kara told us to.

It's cool though. There were no hard feelings.

She's fantastic and one of the besties a gal could ever have. Hope you get to meet her one day. The End! :)