>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]