File this under: "I love him, but I'm going to have to kill him."

I had a package waiting for me when I got back from this weekend. It was from my sister and brother-in-law (though I'm certain this was all his idea), and the note from the shipper said, "Happy Valentine's Day--here's a valentine guaranteed to last until death do you part."



It was a plushie Alien facehugger popping out of a plushie Alien egg.


Hard-y-har-har. The thing seriously freaks me out. Every time the roomies played with it and moved it faster than I was prepared for, I jumped. It's sitting in its egg (which velcro closes, ha ha), and it's on my desk. I'd put it away in my closet, but then I'd be afraid to open the door. At least this way, I can keep an eye on the bugger.