Well. I had quite a blast making my dad's birthday card. I made him a piggy pop up card, straight from a pattern I yanked from the first site on google :3 It took twice as long because I kept running into catastrophes. For every careful, meticulous thing that I did, I would discover something extremely stupid. Like, for example, the size of the card itself. I didn't cut the whole thing out because it was easier to draw the grass in. So I finished drawing the grass, decorated the front, and then realised that I hadn't cut the card yet, so half the stuff on the front cover would be cut off. So I acted like a true genius and framed the interior of the card with blue paper, to cover up the messy grass bits I'd planned to cut off. Dad's going to wonder why I went through all that effort :L He doesn't have to know the truth. I haven't made a card in like a decade. The fact that I did, two weeks (oh wow, it's exactly two weeks) before my seventeenth birthday is worthy of respect and showering praise, I say ): Especially since I should have been doing schoolwork.