Insult to funk

Pchit! got his. As did Chuck. And Sharfa. But I've fallen through the proverbial cracks. And I understand. I really do. Life at the Magazine Mansion is crazy, hectic, a-thrill-a-minute. And I'm a small fish in the blogging ocean. But the thought of some sort of crap arriving in the mail was enticing...and for an offer of a million babies--how can one refuse?!?