A fraction of a second after releasing the mouse button, I realised that although her email had been addressed to my real name, Outlook had helpfully changed my sender name to "Mr Farty". Thanks, Microsoft. Thanks a fucking bunch.
So the phone rings. "Dad, did you just send me an email as "Mr Farty"?
"Er, yes?"
"Oh. Ok, 'cos I thought my computer had been infected by a virus or something."
"No, no, just my little joke, ha-ha."
"Ok, night-night then, Dad."
"Night-night, sweetheart. Don't work too hard."
And now I'm wondering whether to delete my blog, 'cos how long will it be before she decides, out of curiosity, to google "Mr Farty"?
Update: If my daughter is reading this, remember that there's more than one Mr Farty on t'internets. This one isn't me, it's a complete stranger. Plus, quit slacking and get back to work!
That email...
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That mommy works at Home Depot and this was supposed to be her selling a shovel.
