The human female–prepare to be astounded–actually has friends. I know! It surprised me, too! Some of these friends she hasn’t actually met–they merely correspond via the computer. If they ever got a good look at her, I’m sure they’d run screaming for the woodwork.
drew scratched out a little picture for one of these friends. Somehow deeming it worthy of display, she went and bought a frame for it. She carefully polished the glass in the frame and figured out how to mount the awkwardly-sized scribble. Then she spent an inordinate amount of time finding a suitable box and padding. It was fun watching her try to find the bubble-wrap, which she was certain she had but which I have carefully hidden. (It will fall out at her when next she opens the spare-room closet.)
Behold the finished package, a veritable masterpiece of wrinkled, mis-cut paper; twisted tape; and haphazard cushioning:
Yes, indeed. All done. Except, of course, for this one itty-bitty thing, which I hold in my own two hands.
All the hanging hardware.