Chili, Invoices, etc.

Despite my prediction of burning the building down due to the fire hazard of leaving a crock pot on in my cubicle, the building did in fact survive.

The holiday party was fun and consumed most of the day. There were numerous dishes (second table), so I didn't feel the need to eat my chili at the party. Especially because I thought it was too hot. In true steve fashion, I told everyone it was quite hot, but no one really thought so.

We had a few little games, including a game where you had to guess which obscure fact corresponded to which person. I did poorly, although I was proud to have logically deduced one of the two answers (not including my own clue).

Later on, I did eat an entire bowl of the Chili and it wasn't as bad as I thought. For a while my masculinity was in question, because I got a lot of compliments on the chili and no one seemed to think it was too hot, whereas my two samples seemed to indicate otherwise.

It turns out that it was spicy in the exact right amount. Which means that by the time I was done eating a bowl, I wanted to die. That's about like some of the spicy food I get at viet-thai restaurants here. Which is a lot more tolerable than the spice level where I want to die after taking a single spoonful.

Last night I wrapped lots of presents. Unfortunately, once I was done wrapping Lisa's present (shown fully wrapped), I realized that I probably left the invoice in the box. I also managed to twist the ribbon while wrapping into a mobius strip type situation. We'll see what happens this evening when she opens the gift.