Dan dropped me off at the office and my phone was ringing even as I was walking back to my desk. I took the call, which ended up being rather lengthy, and nearing its completion, I swivelled my chair to look out my ground-floor window that faces the building's parking lot, only to nearly jump out of my skin at the smiling face peering in at me:
While on the phone, someone special built me a snowman to keep me company. It was darned near the sweetest simple thing ever. Never mind that I nearly had a heart attack each time I turned around, having forgotten about my new friend.
With our warm spell, Mr. Snowman was all melted when I returned to work on Monday. It's funny though -- you can totally see the hair, arms, and eyes on the ground outside of the window!