I was out on my back porch reading a book, bundled in a sleeping bag. Reading. At home. I come in, and on the dining room table is a blueberry cobbler and a CD.
None of the kids saw or heard anyone come in and drop it off.
I am so creeped out. Someone came into my house. While I was at home, without me knowing it. Someone I know most likely...but still.
Update: I figured out who it was. Safe person, etc. ...but still...