First I had to make a new version of the image because I had done it wrong. Then I sent it in and waited for a phone call. Then I called and was promised a call back. Then I waited a day and then called again and then really got to talk to someone. Then I was told there was still something wrong with the file so I got to do it AGAIN and boy that was fun. And then I sent it and called and verified it was there and then that part was good and over. Then he sent me an email with the new invoice. And I waited and waited. And waited and it didn’t come. And then it popped in my email the next morning showing that he did actually send it when he said he did, judging by the date/time stamp. Something was up with my email holding it hostage for a few hours. Why, email, WHY? But then I printed out the invoice and took it to the drugstore where they told me that they didn’t do faxes anymore. Why not, I asked? And the young woman rolled her eyes at me and said, ‘because.’ So that cleared that right up. And then I drove all the way over to Kinkos and faxed it there. And then I called to verify that he got it but I got the machine and left a message. And now it’s the weekend so I won’t find out until Monday. BUT if he did, then we’re only talking about a matter of days/weeks until those Tshirts are in your hands. BUT if he didn’t, then we’re talking another trip to Kinkos, which I can handle tootsweet, baby.