This is what I found upon entering my house, a pile of guts:


Upon turning the corner, guts everywhere:


When I say everywhere I mean it, look at the coffee table, the couch (entertainment center pic was too dark but guts managed to make their way to the top of it too)



View from the other side of the living room:


What was it you ask, why my lovely throw pillow:

That used to be a set:

Now my poor pillow is very lonely. It's no fun being a single set.

But who could be mad at a mug like this?