Here is what I came home to tonight, after visiting my sister's house:
For some reason, this cracked me up. It seems planning a retreat requires a bag of chips, metronome, Santa fairy and a pile of books so high it's a wonder anything is left on the bookshelf. Oh, and the "Where's Waldo" bonus? Can you find the watering can? (Click through to my flickr and you will find the answer!)
My guy commented, "It's good you got those chips out, you know, in case you couldn't find your way out of that chair and got hungry."