>At 10am we hear this 'scratch, scratch' at the front door. We opened the
>door and there he was: filthy, stinky, and a look on his face that said
>'I've had lots of fun and I'm hungry now, can I come in?'
Karen: ^^This sounds remarkably like the night my boyfriend headed out for a
rather intense night of fun with the boys, but forgot his house keys.
It *is* nice to know that if they have good memories of home, they'll
come back. Glad to hear your happy ending.
Lynn.
[Posted in FML issue 1472]
[Posted in FML issue 1472]