We can't let down our reputation for having great parties at work, right?
Here's the birthday boy. He says he's 40ish.
He brought the chili, a much less spicy version than what he'd like so we could eat it, and the rest of us brought the accompaniments.
Pull up a pallet and make yourself comfortable.
Two little helpers. Not at all planned that they would be dressed alike. It just happened that each parent needed to bring them along so they could attend. We threatened to teach them how to hand stuff the papers, but they had no idea that would be work. I suspect that what we do looks a lot like what they were doing... shuffling flyers and throwing them around!
I'm off to the same location in a couple of hours, but to work, not eat. At least I get to sleep tomorrow.
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