And she did it all alone! Bravely pushing forward where no man dared to go, holding high her banner (reading, of course, "Exclesior!"), wading through shoulder-deep swamp water crawling with water moccasins and alligators, sleet driving against her skin like needles from a high pressure hose, her eyebrows and hair brittle with rime, fighting off exhaustion tho' every step bid her lay down and surrender to the arms of Morpheus, rappelling down cliffs thousands of feet high with only a bit of fishing line instead of rope, the Mongol Hordes releasing their swarms of poison-tipped arrows, she won through and posted the 13,000th post!

Mom is proud of you. You may have dessert.