In honor of my second twenty first birthday in the past two years, Stephanie, Rick, Kristen, and Anna pose in front of a circular pie shaped concoction covered with frosting that discusses my age in some detail.

The afforementioned flat and round dessert item would be none other than a Mrs. Field's cookie cake, Fed Exxed pronto from my parents in San Diego, fresh as if the baker had just thought of it. As a result of their newly formed close ties with the cookie cake, the people in the background will be known once and for all time, throughout all the lands, as the cookie cake posse.