Calling cards!!! Yipee!!!

Okay, call it juvenile and stupid, but I've always wanted my own calling cards. I used to scratch my dad's name off his (well, I blacked his name out...) and pretend they were mine. I was five. And the only people I gave them out to were my kiddie friends. It was so hilarious my dad didn't even get mad when he found out why he suddenly found why a quarter of his new box of calling cards was missing. And now I have my own. Sigh... My only beef with our calling cards is that they don't state what we are exactly. Maybe I'll give them out and scribble "Janitress" or "Security guard" or "Waste of office space" under my name. Hehe! Oh, ORRRRR I'll write..."GODDESS". Wahahaha! Well, for whatever it's worth, yipee!