In a cosmic coincidence of large enough proportion to raise the eyebrows of friends and neighbors, today is Kevin’s birthday. It’s also the birthday of the Lady at the Gate, pictured here.
She’s somewhat sexier than Kevin (no hard feelings, mate), and a little curvier in all the right places. She doesn’t blog, so I can’t give her any link love.
I thought I’d have a lot to say for this post, and have spent several weeks putting it together in the back of my head. As it turns out, It’s all just gilding the lily, and I don’t want to share it. (Some of it would have probably gotten me a divorce anyway, ’cause she’s somewhat more private than I tend to be.)
Happy Birthday, Lady. I love you, and that is all that needs be said, in the end.
From whence came the art: