my ah was outside our house and I was inside with the kids, getting them ready for bed. I thought he had gone to the neighbors to chat. I was getting tired so I went to bed myself. Two hours passed and I finally texted him asking where he had gone. After awhile he responded that his friend had come by and kidnapped him and he was unable to find me (in our HUGE three bedroom house) to let me know). I told him I was really glad his hands were finally untied to bring the beer can to his mouth. Sometimes I can't help myself.