Crafty Bitch!

Today I found that craftiness is a rather good hangover therapy! Never would have guessed it.
Anyhow, I had to come up with a few neat things to send in the direction of Policecop, as we have been dating for one year this week.
Every time I get into a project like this, my room instantly enters front-line-war-zone phase. It's just too small to accommodate my crafty bitchness.
In the end, I came up with these things. The first being a boxes, in which I will put the brownies I'm baking tomorrow. French sea salt brownies, to be exact. Apparently the guys in basic are only allowed three minutes to eat whatever goodies that are sent their way, and are forbidden from sharing. So, being the genius/moron that I am, I made a separate box for the drill sergeant enforcing this rule, in hopes of some lenience. This is going to go one of two ways: really well, or very poorly. I think I'm going to include an apology note hidden inside of the card just in case of the latter, to cover all my bases...