Come on, folks. I'm in for $5. I mean, yeah, there's little reason I should be getting gifts for people wealthier than me who don't know me. But I admit it: I'm lured irresistibly to the glamour. And there's no glamour that's so alluring to me AAAA glamour. Someday, probably on a particularly tough day, I'll be digging a ditch, fighting with people who love me, maybe suffering from a nasty skin irritation, and a beatific smile will cross my face. The guy next to me in the ditch will wipe his brow, snort, and ask me, "What the hell are you smiling at?" I'll shrug, turn over another shovelful of earth and reply, "Maybe he's giving her a smoothie from my blender right now."