Friday afternoon a deliveryman appeared in our office with the biggest chocolate fruit basket we’ve ever seen, since that one time in the shower at the YMCA. Turns out our peeps at Red Square hooked us up proper for Valentine’s Day. After killing the edible arrangement, we Indian leg wrestled for the balloon and teddy bear. We’ve been so busy, we all conveniently forgot about the holiday of love and desperately needed something to take home to our sweet sweet ladies. The balloon got popped in the melee and Potters wife ended up with the teddy bear. He’s gotta be 1/16th Apache or something, no pale face has technique like that. In related news, the rest of us had a bitterly cold, loveless weekend. Thanks Red Square. We like you more than a friend too.