Kelly’s mom came over for dinner last Monday night. Kelly had Crockpotted some delicious tortilla soup, and because I was running late at work that night, I called to let them know that I would be home shortly, and that they could start eating without me.
“Oh, no! We’ll wait. My mom just got here.”
How very nice of them, I thought.
So I get home, pull into the garage, and walk into the house. Upon entering the dining room, this is what I see: