Sisterly devotion...

My youngest sister had a birthday this week.  She moved several hundred miles away and out of state this year, so we had to mail her gift.  Considering in the past she’s been the recipient of home-made a dead armadillo birthday cake (a la ‘Steel Magnolias’), a wrapped gift disguised as giant chicken (complete with feathers!), and quirky birthday surprises, just mailing a gift seemed boring.

Fortunately, I have access to office supplies… (also know has ‘my coworkers have learned to be careful about investigating when I’m chortling at my desk.’)

*Update: Just got a phone call from the delighted recipient.  The actual gift is appreciated, but she is definitely keeping the ninja-star impaled, tentacle-encompassed, dinosaur/werewolf/alien/killer-rabbit containing, ominously ticking/whirring/beeping box of doom.