Abbi resurfaces in a heart warming letter

I'm not always a cynical cranky bitch.

Last year I actually arrived at the airport on time and ended up meeting a girl named Abbi who was planning to ride her bike across the US to raise money for Avenues, a shelter for homeless kids. I made a donation and a few weeks later she sent me a really nice thank you note.

Then, last night when I got home, I had a letter from her:

And it turns out she's moved to Colorado. I'm definitely going to meet up with her (we can ride bikes!). The letter was very thoughtful but the "art" she made really touched me:

I'm going to have it framed and I'm going to hang it in my new kitchen so I can see it every time I get home.

less holes in the floor, more holes in the walls

Apparently bigger holes are easier to re-drywall than smaller holes.

All the junction boxes for the outlets and light switches are in place!

And the floor has been mostly replaced, except for where the appliances are going to go.

let it snow!

In case you're wondering, it did snow in Denver. Of course it's melted.

don't answer business emails whilst pooping

Yesterday I received an email from an ex client regarding a macro in the software tool I supported at my old job:

Phil (the client):
[My ex company] responded saying that it is not possible to set print defaults. Word uses a template for Reports that run on a Macro. There is no way to modify these.dot files.” Naturally my first thought went to you – knowing that nothing is “not possible” for a Dark Knightress. So, what do you think, oh mighty one? Should I just suck it up or should I try to nuts with their .dot file?

Me:
That doesn't sound right. I can't test my theory since I don't have a copy of the software but I know the guy who wrote the macro. Let me ping him and get back to you.

Me to Pascal:
Does this sound right?

Pascal (who responded while I was sleeping since he's in the UK):
Leave it with me. I know Paul very very well. Do you mind if I reply to him?

Then Pascal responded to Phil before I could respond that the client is named Phil, not Paul. I should mention Phil is a Captain in the Navy (i.e. very high ranking). At first I wasn't worried when I saw the salutation was to someone named Phil. Then I read the rest of the email.

Pascal:
The Hominator left [my ex company]?????
Phil,
You are a cad and a bounder for
1.        not telling us you were planning on or had left [my ex company
2.        Not coming to yer old muckers for help on [my software tool I supported]
I can answer your question but being as what you didn't ask us first I shan't…so there….

Phil (who cc:ed Paul):
Hi Pascal,
I’m sure you are thinking of my unrelated namesake in the UK, Paul [Last Name]. He, by coincidence, is also a senior Enterprise Architect. He and I have exchanged emails and architectures on occasion, but never met. As far as I can tell, dear Paul is still keeping [my ex company] afloat and would never leave without the proper goodbyes.

The Homanator – I like it. 

Paul:
Hi John, sorry... Jack, no I mean Joshua... oh whatever  ... Mr Pascal.

Still here... haven't left... and wouldn't dare ask a question of anyone else other than you of course...  well that was until you couldn't remember my name ;-))

Regards
Paul  

Pascal (to me):

Good lord! I have embarrassed myself here haven't I!?

Me:

I am still laughing!

Pascal (to me):

Fortunate it was a friendly recipient. Just proves that you should be careful when sending jokey emails late evening via a small screen while sat on the crapper…….

Me:

You were pooping? That's even funnier!

Pascal:

He he. I aim to please!