This past Saturday, Gary and I went to a Clan Geek Chili Party. There were about 7 different pots of chili there, and I overheard many people saying, even though white chili isn't tradtional, it was still their favorite. That made me feel all warm and toasty inside, or was it the previously eaten bowls of chili? *lol*
I almost didn't want to take it, that particular pot of chili was the best pot I'd ever made. :)
I'm so glad I get along so well with Gary's friends. They make me happy.
Why do people care so much about the personal lives of others? Do we read about each other to make ourselves feel worse, comparing our lives to others, realizing our life sucks? We're all just nosy, wanting to check up on our friends and enemies to make sure their night wasn't any better than ours. Then you gotta think... What's the point?
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