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: