Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Yes, Virginia, there is a Kyle

Several correspondents recently suggested that Kyle does not exist, that indeed I am the author of the Dr. Efficient love and sex advice columns under a strange sort of double nom de plume.

I'm here to tell you that these claims are balderdash, pure and simple. Kyle does exist. In fact, photos abound of the two of us standing together, something that simply could not happen were he a mere pseudonym. To prove the point, here's a recent photo from right here at the beach house, a picture of us standing together not long after a quite satisfying lunch.

(As always, click on a photo to see a larger image.)

I trust this photographic proof will put to rest once and for all these dastardly rumors.

In other news of the beach, today in a bizarre little consignment shop we found this demented bunny-cum-baby toy.

Though I'm sure cuteness was the goal, the consensus here was that this toy was simply creepy as hell.

Sarah refused to take it with her when she studies abroad in the fall. Italy's loss is also our loss.

On the other hand, the Earred One, who of course made the trip to the beach with us, has gained an acolyte.


Todd said...

That photo is sort of awesome. I thought it was you feeding those eagles on that mountaintop...

Mark said...

Very good of you to notice me doing that, Todd.


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