I Choo Choo Choose You!

So, my doctor told me I wouldn't get so many nosebleeds if I just kept my finger out of there!

Happy Love Day everybody!

I'm waiting for the deluge of flower deliveries to my desk. None have come yet, which is rather surprising at this point... but I'm guessing later in the day I'm going to want to punch someone.
Why? Because EVERY time there is a goddamned flower delivery, until it gets picked up, every nosy woman in the office has to come up to my desk and look to see who they're for. Unless I've emailed you ladies, Four Words:

They're. not. for. you.

Christ! Seriously. It's almost like going through someone's mail. And then there's this ALWAYS FUNNY NEVER GETS OLD JOKE:
"Oh, LC, that's so nice..you didn't have to get me flowers!" HAAAAHAHAHHAHAHAHA.
Shut up.

Anyway, lest, you, gentle blog readers, think I'm completely without Valentine's Day joy, I'm not.

I'm wearing a red sweater today.

And yes. I do have a Valentine. And he's pretty dreamy.
So there.