Hello you. You know I've been on anticipation-hooks awaiting the first line of The Cavorting Hippo cards completion. And here we are, y'all. Now it's time for me to sell my babies. SELLING BABIES!*
My dear Seastar is putting on a wonderful contest for me and that's probably how you got here. Good! What doing now? Well! If you would kindly look to the left side of your screen below all those "Here. Here! HERE!!!!" clickables and under the followers (oh please do follow me, but not in that snuggie-wearing sort of way) you will see a series of questions. I would looooove for you to answer those questions with the utmost honesty.
FAQ : How honest is "utmost"?
A : Well, you remember in The Princess Bride when Count Tyrone Rugen (The Six-Fingered Man) has Westley in the chamber-of-pain machine and he asks him to be completely honest about how he feels and then Westley cries? That honest. But no crying because it doesn't rate properly on the poll. I also appreciate comments and emails (rebekah.plett@gmail.com) so feel free to do all three. I will let Rachel know who has commented where if it is an email or lefted-comment. Then you can go back to Rachel's posting and comment THERE (oh this is sounding like a lot of work, but we all need the exercise) about your feelings on the questions. THEN she will be able to add you to her swarm of contesties (ha! testies) and all will be well. For the most part.
Here is some info about the Hippo Cards (which are the prize!!):
Paper: 80lb Mohawk Fine Felt Paper (which means it feels like water colour paper, ya dig)
Card Size: 6.25" x 3.25"
Envelope Size: 6.5" x 3.675" - Gray
Quantity: 6 cards + 6 envelopes
Interior: Blank
Price: $13.75 (not including shipping because I don't know where you live, right)
If you want to see the finished product all wrapped up and ready to go, you can go here. All settled? Straight forward? Everybody going to be okay? OKAY!! And go.
*No babies of the breathing-sort are actually for sale.
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About Hippopotamouses
The happy hippo snorts and cavorts with glee. He’s king of the mud and of the saltless sea. And when the king grows tired of romping through the grass, he stretches out his weary toes and rests his boastful mass. The flitting little bird who calls the hippo friend is always near her moving perch and shall be ‘til the end.