I should have a Valentine's post for today. Maybe tomorrow. Instead I have a work picture. This guy hangs out on my desk. Cracks me up. Sick, I know. We have to laugh sometimes. I work for the court system.
There is someone who works in my building named Fred. Pure coincidence. I don't wish him dead. He's a nice guy.
My Dead Fred keeps a pen handy. If I had a sicker sense of humor he'd be up on my Dutch door ledge for 'customers' to use. (I have to put that in quotes. Nobody is a willing customer in my office. )