Being a Jerk

So, Izzy's birthday is fast approaching. I have been slacking off and put off sending out his party invitations until earlier this week. Trying to save money, I decided to print the invitations from our home computer. Izzy's party theme is "balls." My baby boy loves balls - big balls, little balls, basketballs, footballs, tennis balls. If it is round and can roll, my son will squeal with joy. So naturally, I wanted the invitations to have balls on them.

We already had Avery postcards, so I went on their website to find a template for the invitations. Unfortunately, I was having trouble opening their templates in my word processor. John told me that he could print them without the template in a photo program on his computer. So, I relinquished the birthday invitations over to my husband. An hour later, he handed me an invitation that wasn't anything like what I had envisioned. I wanted a postcard with a picture of balls on the front. On the back, I wanted all the party information typed on the left hand side and the recipient's address on the right hand side. Instead, I got a black and white fox kicking a soccer ball on the front and a blank slant on the back. But my husband seemed pretty proud of his accomplishment, so I thanked him and started hand writing in all the party information.

When I finished, I decided that I hated the invitations. I didn't particularly like the picture on the front, and the hand written party information just looked sloppy. By this time my husband had gone to bed, so I got back on Avery's website and found a template that worked great. I imported the perfect picture of balls...And I typed in all of the party information. My new and improved invitations looked AWESOME. So, I hurried downstairs and printed them out. Of course, I am a jackass and I didn't put the paper in the right way the first time, so it printed wrong. But I got it right on the second attempt. I slapped some stamps on those suckers and put them in the mail box.

I had absolutely no intentions of telling my husband about the new and improved party invitations. But as I stated above, I am a jackass. Remember my first failed attempt at printing the invitations? Well, I may have accidentally left the defective invitations on his desk. Oops. My husband came upstairs this morning and demanded to know why I had reprinted his invitations. My only reply was, "Because I am a jerk."

Seriously, I am the world's biggest jerk. Why does everything have to be done my way? I am a control freak. I think I hurt John's feelings. I suck.