This, of course, is why I needed to upgrade from a plain, old, neolithic printer to a printer/scanner/copier. So that I could do important things like this. I mean, really ... how did those moms in the 50s survive? A ruffled apron just doesn't cut it these days. No, no, no. One really needs a printer/copier/scanner.
(And a big thanks to my father, who, upon hearing me say in passing that I thought such a toy would be a really cool thing to have, took it upon himself to present me with one. Thanks, Dad.)