Blogher 2013 was this weekend. It was the first blogging convention I've ever attended (I'll post more reports in the coming days.) Though I was excited, I wasn't exactly at my best about getting ready. I knew I needed business cards for it but I waited until, oh, uh, the night before to make them. And then I was super tired, having gardened like a maniac all day. I woefully asked Jay to help me. For a few minutes we silently sat cutting. (Well, OK, I was lying on the floor. What can I say, I'm pretty adept with sharp objects.) Finally (irritated) Jay said, "How many did you make?" "200" "You're not going to need 200 business cards!" "Alright. This stack will make 100. We'll stop there." "I think that will be plenty." "And I could take my scissors and cut up the rest while I'm there." He stared at me for a moment, then—adopting a fake voice—"Yea, there was this really weird woman who