I can tell, not from how filled my heart is with the Christmas Spirit, but rather, by how full my stomach is of Christmas food!
Today was Ugly Christmas Sweater Potluck Day at work. As I joked on Twitter, I’ve never cooked an ugly sweater before, so I have no idea how my contribution for the potluck is going to taste.
Yes, Modern Philosophers, I am hilarious!
And so, the seasonal fattening of the Modern Philosopher has begun. I didn’t run last week because I was sick, and this week, I broke my toe when I slammed it on the living room table because I’m King Klutz (no, he was not one of the Three Wise Men!).
I’m sure I will get back out on the road this weekend when my toe is less disturbing to look at and doesn’t hurt every time I put weight on it.
In the meantime, I decided I might as well take advantage of all the delicious food piling up around the office. I wouldn’t want to be accused of being a Grinch simply because I didn’t participate in the potluck!
So here is a photographic tour of the office party. Hope you’re not reading this on an empty stomach because you might want to eat everything in sight once you’re done.
My Deep Thoughts on that are that it’s called a “potluck” because you’re not supposed to know what you’re going to get. You just show up with your item and an empty stomach and go from there.
Too much organization and planning takes all the fun out of it. It’s Christmas. Everyone just relax and eat! That’s what Santa and Baby Jesus want you to do…
The Sweet Irish Girl better move here soon before I starve to death!
Okay, I’ve been away for an hour talking to the Sweet Drunk Irish Girl, so let me try to pick up my train of thought. Have I ever mentioned how adorable my girlfriend is when she’s had a little too much to drink?
Goodness, were there desserts. Cookies, brownies, fudge, cake, cupcakes, pumpkin squares. Enough sugar to give the entire office a sugar coma for the afternoon.
Yes, I spent the afternoon picking at the desserts.
No, I am not at all embarrassed by that fact.
When I texted that photo to Ireland, My Sweet Irish Girlfriend’s first comment was that there weren’t enough potatoes on my plate.
Okay, she might not have said that, but I know she was thinking it.
Have no fear, Modern Philosophers, I did not eat all of that. I just took a little bit of everything that made my tummy rumble because I knew there might not be any food left if I decided to go up for seconds.
Food disappears faster than a rabbit in a magician’s hat during our potlucks!
Here is a photo of some of the items we’ve collected for the homeless shelter. There were also an incredibly generous number of presents donated for needy local families.
Christmas is really about giving at my office. I work with some wonderful people.
Can you make out what was used in the place of snow, Modern Philosophers?
I’m sure it was difficult to pick a winner, but the snowman was pretty awesome.
Now get back to work, you decorating slackers!!!
However, that couldn’t be further from the truth. Jane is funny and feisty.
And her wall needs to trim it eyebrows!
It was very generous of her to make these for everyone.
Now that I’m home, I’m jolly, I’m merry, and I won’t need to eat again until Christmas Eve when we’re having a little breakfast at work.
Hope you enjoyed your tour of our potluck. Happy Holidays!
What do you do around the office to celebrate the Holidays? Are you a great decorator, or a lame one like I am? Can you believe all the food I managed to fit on my plate?