Climbing Out of the Money Pit

You know you’ve spent a lot of money on home improvements and/or repairs when your plumber sends you a thank-you gift!

Sure, it’s not the first time we’ve received a gift from a someone we’ve hired.  When we installed a new furnace and hot water tank (simultaneously) at our old house, the HVAC guy sent us a company mug with cookies.

Our realtor also had cookies sent to us after we [finally] closed on the new house.

But I definitely wasn’t expecting anything in this morning’s mail.  It was a nice surprise for several reasons:

  • After paying for the home improvements, there’s not a lot of money left for cookies and other non-essentials.
  • I’m glad the plumbers still want our business after the hell we put them through.
  • Before receiving that package, I had no idea what to write about today.

Otherwise, a pretty quiet day.  After lugging home crushed stone for the edge of our driveway, hubby decided to order takeout for an early dinner.  He got his usual cheese pizza, and I opted for the 4-piece fried chicken dinner (no coleslaw, please), which arrived with –

Four pieces of fried chicken.  Period.  No fries.  No nothing else.

The pizzeria owner was apologetic and compensated by providing a triple order of fries.  I’ll be eating fries for a week.

Which is not good for my colitis …

Guess we’d better keep that plumber on redial!

Happy Weekend, Everyone.

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18 Responses to Climbing Out of the Money Pit

  1. And have a happily improved home.

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  2. lbeth1950 says:

    But leftover fries aren’t too good, are they?

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  3. joey says:

    Haha! That was a cute twist there at the end!
    We’ve gotten some goodies over the years, but not any actual goodies 😛
    Five years later and our realtor sends these little impersonal postcards to us every season. I love them. I liked her and I’m always glad to receive them, to know she’s doing well. I would not be mad if she sent sweets!

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  4. Tippy Gnu says:

    Yeah, it looks like the plumbing is going to get a workout, from those fries. That’s a nice gesture from your plumber. I would be wary of eating those cookies, though, if they’re homemade. A plumber coming home from work, and then baking after where he’s had his hands all day, just doesn’t seem appetizing.

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  5. Jane says:

    Wow, in all the years I have had people working on things around the house, I have never gotten a box of cookies. I did get my living room painted for almost nothing but I hate to say how much money I have spent on this one contractor. Oh well. Enjoy your fries and cookies in your wonderful new home.

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    • Thanks, Jane. I think this particular contractor might have sent the gift as sort of an apology for the defective faucet they installed and then had to replace. It was a manufacturing defect, so it wasn’t their fault, but still an inconvenience to us.

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  6. markbialczak says:

    That indeed looks like a tasty thank you from Roy’s, CM. Hey, at least the pizza guy paid back in quads. Most places these days at most say sorry and give you what they messed up about, or a coupon for said value or … heck, I just seeth about it and swear I’ll check my bag at the window very closely next time. Sure.

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  7. Cookies are great—but a nice, crisp bottle of white works too!

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  8. Question: what am I doing wrong? I have never, (not once!) received cookies from someone I hired…. and now I feel completely unloved.

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