My sister has finally gotten off her ass and written thank you notes. Ha! Listen, honey, I know exactly how busy she is. The real reason she was able to write them was that our mother was with her, and they could play man-to-man defense against those kids.
The even better news is that I can show them to you. These are the ones that we made at the crafty-girls shower. (Not the one my cousin and I threw; that one was sadly curtailed due to the fact my sister had swollen up like Violet Beauregarde off her diuretics.)
Aren't these the cutest? We did a great job, though I say it myself. Well, really, it was all Lisa, but the rest of us completed our assignments with gusto. (It was an assembly line job; I embossed the hippo.)