The look says it all.

   (And the "I'm a Rugged Maniac" shirt is a nice touch with that crown.) Happy birthday—and farewell for 3 months—to my friend & fellow running-mate, Rich! Kinda jealous that he's going to Quantico for training... Wondering if I could handle it. Apparently only 2% of cops are chosen for the opportunity to train at the National Academy. (Note to self: don't mess with Rich!)
   I did mess with him, though... Britten enlisted me as her accomplice to get him out of the house this afternoon, so she could prepare the surprise party. We've been scheming for a couple of weeks. My job was to get him out of the house and into the climbing gym for a couple hours—and NOT screw it up by opening my big mouth. And it worked!!!

GO RICH GO!