Seriously, *swoon*!
They are geeky and unique and simple and awesome. Do want! Hooray, I can scratch "rings" off my list!
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
The perfect rings for the geeky couple
Seriously, *swoon*!
They are geeky and unique and simple and awesome. Do want! Hooray, I can scratch "rings" off my list!
Invitations are out!
Finally. I bought a 25-pack of invitations and I needed 24. Not a lot of room for error, really, but I figured: hey I'm computer-savvy! I have a nice laser printer! Measure twice, cut once, right? So I cleaned my drum, opened a brand new toner cartridge, aligned the text properly and printed test pages. Success!
Except I'm a retard, so I told the printer to make 25 copies of a page that held 2 cards per sheet. #$^@. Error, out of paper. Okay, it's okay. Just make sure the job is canceled, reset the printer... it should be fine.
I put the paper in, hit the print button... and it's rolling along, printing the old job. I start screaming at it and smashing the print button--NO! STOP! [VULGARITIES!] It stops, and prints 3 test pages on my pretty invitation paper.
Sigh.
So poor Brandon who is really terrified by my rage at this point had to run to Wal-Mart to spend $30 for a whole new invitation kit. We really only needed a few pages, so we essentially spent $30 for 6 sheets of paper. He also brought me a coffee, cause he knows me and is awesome.
Once the printing nightmare was over, I had to assemble them, and I slowly got more and more frustrated--all of the bows were bent and so were some of the envelopes, I had the tiny paper squares that act as backing for the tiny adhesive squares all over me (I'm pretty sure some people got those little white squares in with their invitations), some ribbons stuck to the scotch tape on the kit's box and immediately frayed into tiny strands of nothing all over my desk.
My fury built until I finally said to myself, Self, who cares. Somebody is going to open their invitation and have those little paper squares and probably some dog hair fall out and notice that the bow is all bent up and the cards aren't really lined up right and they aren't going to care.
So I packed them all up and mailed them off merrily, knowing everyone will still be happy because they might not be professional but damn they were made with love. And rage.
Except I'm a retard, so I told the printer to make 25 copies of a page that held 2 cards per sheet. #$^@. Error, out of paper. Okay, it's okay. Just make sure the job is canceled, reset the printer... it should be fine.
I put the paper in, hit the print button... and it's rolling along, printing the old job. I start screaming at it and smashing the print button--NO! STOP! [VULGARITIES!] It stops, and prints 3 test pages on my pretty invitation paper.
Sigh.
So poor Brandon who is really terrified by my rage at this point had to run to Wal-Mart to spend $30 for a whole new invitation kit. We really only needed a few pages, so we essentially spent $30 for 6 sheets of paper. He also brought me a coffee, cause he knows me and is awesome.
Once the printing nightmare was over, I had to assemble them, and I slowly got more and more frustrated--all of the bows were bent and so were some of the envelopes, I had the tiny paper squares that act as backing for the tiny adhesive squares all over me (I'm pretty sure some people got those little white squares in with their invitations), some ribbons stuck to the scotch tape on the kit's box and immediately frayed into tiny strands of nothing all over my desk.
My fury built until I finally said to myself, Self, who cares. Somebody is going to open their invitation and have those little paper squares and probably some dog hair fall out and notice that the bow is all bent up and the cards aren't really lined up right and they aren't going to care.
So I packed them all up and mailed them off merrily, knowing everyone will still be happy because they might not be professional but damn they were made with love. And rage.
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