In other, less business-y news, our dinner last night was extra-exciting. Trina was over, and Scott had made potato curry. To be fair, I was not present for the shenanigans that followed, but this is a reenactment of how the seeds or gastrointestinal anarchy were sown:
Nick: "The curry taste like watery potatoes."
Scott: "Yeah. Any idea on how to improve it?"
Nick: "Put chocolate chips in."
Scott: "Are you serious?"
Nick: "Yeah!"
Trina: "Yeah!"
Scott: "That didn't help much."
Trina: "Put in some peanut butter. Peanut butter goes well with everything!"
Later on . . .
Scott: "I didn't think you guys were serious, but you said you were."
Trina: "I wasn't serious, I just thought you wouldn't do it."
Nick: "I just thought it would be funny."
George: "My God. My stomach is about to explode."