No Good Deed Goes Unpunished

Consider this, just sent back from the client:

Is this even allowed?  Did Gertrude Stein send her portrait back to Picasso with a few notes.  Actually, she did, sorta.  She said it didn't look like her and he said, famously, that it would.  And that was the end of that.

One of the differences between Picasso and me is that he was forged from steel and my consistency generally resembles a slice of Wonder bread lying in a pool of milk.  And that's just one of the differences.

So, given this whole milquetoast business, I'll just knuckle under and make some changes.  But that doesn't mean that I'm not still reeling.