You make my heart sing, day 14

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. 

Dead Fred. 

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. ) 

Libby