I want this steg to be my Valentine. Is he not the dreamiest?
He’s such a flirt.
A flower delivery man (they’re everywhere today, I tell ya) began speaking to me in Russian today, so convinced was he of my origin. I hated to disappoint him. I don’t know where he got the idea… perhaps the shirtless pic of Vlad Putin hanging in my cube? I mean, it’s not like I was sitting there at work like this: