I Am My Father's Daughter...

I am a lot like my Dad, in good and bad ways (Dad - we both know the 'bad' is few and far between, right?!).

Tonight is a prime example of a slightly less than good way (it sounds better than bad) I resemble my wonderfully amazing father.

VistaPrint is running a special where all calendars are free, you just have to pay shipping and handling. So I said to myself "Self, this is awesome! I have lots of pictures that I would love to display in a calendar! This is perfect timing! Let's do this!" and got to work.

I went about my merry way trying to narrow down which 13 pictures (one for the cover, too) would make The Cut. Once I finally figured that out - probably a good 2 hours later  (I'm quite indecisive, and I have to look at these pictures for a whole month!) - I was ready to make the calendar.

And that is where my problems began.

First of all, this stupid website is telling me my photos are low quality. Ummmm acca-scuse me?! No they are most certainly NOT. Rude.

(Note: Husband did explain that they mean that the pictures are being stretched too much and that is making their resolution off, which makes them low quality. But still. Rude! They could say it a little nicer...)

Second, it won't let me resize them to make them fit better. Rude.

Third, I just really do not appreciate it's attitude in general. Rude.

After about an hour of messing with it and trying to resize photos only to have it tell me the same thing, rudely, over and over again, I deleted it all and said "Screw it! This is stupid. I don't even care. I quit." And shut my laptop and walked away, huffing and puffing and perhaps moving things around slightly forcefully.

To which Husband laughed at me and said perhaps I'm being a little dramatic. Doubtful. When am I ever dramatic?! ;) Psh. Not me.

Anyways. It just made me laugh because my Dad would have done the exact. same. thing. 

Except maybe he wouldn't have lasted as long... haha.

All this to say: I love my Dad. And I am not making a calendar. 

Hmph.

Goodnight.