And She Doesn't Look a Day Over Absolutely Gorgeous

Please join me in wishing a happy birthday to the one, the only, The Bride. I'm lucky enough to have spent twelve birthdays in a row with my beautiful, sassy wife. We've actually known each other since her 15th birthday, as impossible as that sounds. (We were pen pals! Nothing Jerry Lee Lewis about our relationship, I swear.) Of course, regarding her beauty, you only have my word; she's notoriously camera shy, especially on this here blog. So instead, I put up the hottest pulp paperback redhead I could find, but you should know that even the smoking-est, sultri-est Gold Medal vixen doesn't hold a candle to the Bride. (With or without a gun.) Sometimes, nerds do luck out in the love department.