After J took this picture, where I'm apparently high-fiving with the air, an old college buddy wanted to take a picture as well. With J in it too -- which is fine, of course, although he only carried, and did not bake, the cake. But then my friend kept requesting that we make out in the picture. Which is when the photo session got weird: it was kind of like a cross between accidentally walking into a porn photo shoot, and having an embarrassing relative take your picture.
Anyway, on Wednesday I baked a cake for my lovely friend Jen's birthday. It came out a bit, um, special, so I'm glad that this photo is not a closeup. More stories later.