I guess I am just bad to the bone. One of my favorite memories of my Mom is telling her of the things I "really did" when I was a teen when she thought I was doing something else. And she and I would try to scare each other any time we could. One night it was bed time and I jumped up and ran back the hall to go hide in her room to scare her. She shut off the lights and came back and crouched down at the foot of my bed (where DH was sleeping) waiting for me to come out of the bathroom to scare me. Well I figured out what she was doing before she figured out what I was doing and snuck up behind her and scared the poop out of her. She screamed I screamed DH really screamed and we layed on the bedroom floor laughing for 10 mins at least. I miss that. :cry: