I stopped the other five things I was simultaneously doing to type up his project which I was absolutely THRILLED to do and just happened to take HOURS to finish, leaving my fourth finger on my left hand with a life of it's own...all twitchy and numb and dragging behind it's neighbors.
When I was finished I e-mailed the document to him with this little note...
Subject Line: When we're rich you better take me somewhere tropical!
Here's your d@#! document. I need to trust my instincts. My first guess was that it would take three hours to type up. Hmmm... at "$150 an hour rounded to the nearest five minutes" (which I must have typed 100 times in that lovely document) I'm thinkin you owe me about $450 worth of chocolate.
CEO, The Bryant House
Wiper of all butts,
Fixer of all emergencies,
Lover of all chocolate.
I hear that marriages with a sense of humor last the longest. I guess I'm in this for the long haul.