I forgot a few things to tweak in the final before I sent it out.
And because I am OCD, I couldn't let these thing go un-fixed. After dashing out to front porch for the mail - finding the package was already gone - I figured the best thing to do was calm down and ask J to do it. He's an artist - no problem, right?
He sent me this:
which made me laugh so hard my stomach muscles cramped for 40 minutes.