Me: You need a business card.
Me: People expect it.
Myself: But they just bury those things at the bottom of their bags to be thrown out when they get around to cleaning them. They pick them up and say "Who the heck was that and where was I?"
Me: No that's just you.
Myself: I'm pretty sure it's not just me.
… 6 months later…
Me: You should really get around to that card.
Myself: Let's talk honestly here. Cards are boring.
Me: Then make an interesting card.
… months later…
Me: Why not a planting schedule? That would be useful. A little reference pocket thingie.
Myself: On a card?
Myself: Good luck.
… a month later …
Me: You're right, that was tricky. Now to the printer. But what if they screw it up?
Myself: Have some faith.
… Months and months later …
Me: Do you think your graphic design husband would help me create an exact document of something?
Friend: I'm sure he will.
… visit to a common copy place that shall remain nameless …
Them: What? Folded? Like a gift card? But you want a business card right? I think we're going to have to send this to our specialty print shop. And what are these other lines for on the file? We can only print what we can see.
Me: They are formatting lines. I figured that you could remove them with your fancy programs. Will you have them ready like within a week. I want to have them for an event I'm going to.
Them: -incredulous look-
… several phone calls later, an independent print shop …
Me: I have these files and I need them to transform into a business card through the magic of computers and large printing machines by tomorrow.
Them: Why certainly.