I confess I am a Birthday Princess, so today as I celebrate the 24th anniversary of my 27th birthday I am sitting here munching delicious chocolate chip cookies baked by Tom, our Editorial Manager, and smiling a lot. (Tomorrow I will be swimming LOTS of laps in the pool to work off these calories, but for the moment I am indulging without contemplating.) For the record, I am called Carol because of the obvious Christmas carol tie-in. I could have been called Mistletoe or Holly, so I consider myself lucky. I am told I spent part of my first Christmas in a stocking, but that just might be family lore.