A little love from your niece.

To my sister, whose birthday I always remember the day before.

Which is far too late, given that we live eight hours apart. Short of delivering lame flowers that die or something else locally cheesy and immediate, there's no way I'm going to be prompt and thoughtful. Plus, I've got pregnancy brain, and who can generate a desirable and appropriate gift in that state? You might end up with chocolate-dipped pork rinds or something.

So we got creative instead. She even rehearsed the little bow at the end, several times.