A couple of days ago I posted about a really great way to waste time: forget to click "COLLATE" when printing multiple copies of my book. I’m sure a lot of you (some of you? one of you?) thought "Gee, that was dumb, I’ll bet she learned her lesson."
You would think so.
Only this time: instead of discovering it right away, I actually let the printer print all 20 copies uncollated.
Oh yeah. I’m blonde.
Actually, I’m not really sure how it happened. My only guess is that I accidentally unclicked collate on my way to click print.
Dianne had asked why my children weren’t helping with the last collating job. Well, the last time I had them help collate it didn’t go so well. I had to "fix" a lot. Plus, they are in the doghouse this week, and my level of trust in their ability to act responsibly is almost nil.
(One of them WROTE on his shirt with marker today. "But it’s a washable marker, Mom." And this is but one example of a bad choice that has been made. Ugh.)
I had a different (funny and not whiny) post planned in my head for today, but maybe I’ll do that post tomorrow. After I run to Waterloo for the 2nd straight day because I’m apparently incapable of accurately predicting how much toner I need.
Can you tell I’m not having the best of weeks? I wish I could start over. I might choose not to get out of bed.
I feel guilty for not having very many pictures lately, so here’s some feathers on silk for your enjoyment: