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I joined my co-workers this year for Theresa's annual chili party. We had a great time. I got to taste some delicious and creative chili - even some with pumpkin spice in it. (You're not supposed to tell your secrets, Mary.) I had a chili dog with the real stuff - straight from Detroit. This was the same stuff we used to use when I worked at the Irish Hills Dairy Bar. There is nothing else like it. I won (and lost) in darts. And I managed to keep all but my boots on in a game of Truth or Dare Jenga. That much can't be said for Sarah!
See my flickr group for all of the incriminating photos. Luckily, there are none of me :)
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