After about 4 hours of screaming at my computer, my printer, and Avery.com, I gave up on making my own business cards.  Let's just say I wasted a LOT of ink trying to get the template to match up (which it never did, fuckyouverymuch).

So I raged until Shellie stepped up and said, "umm...just let me take it to work and do it" so I spit on my Avery packages and told her to give it a shot.  Seriously.  I was FUMING.

She called me today after about 30 minutes and chirpped, "They're all done!"

I just went and picked them up.  YAY!  Looky!

(The big mess under my name is my real name marked out...I didn't want that on the net quite yet)

I love them!!

Of course, in true Chase style, as soon as I walked to the front door with them, I saw a bee buzzing around my face, so I screamed and raced inside, slamming the door and throwing both the package of biz cards and my full Diet Coke can onto the floor in an OH MY GOD THEY'RE ATTACKING MY EYES!!!!! panic.

So, forgive me if the card you get is sticky.  I swear it's not what you think it is.

3 DAYS UNTIL ALL HELL BREAKS LOOSE IN SAN JOSE