Crazy Drunk Guy in our House

So while hanging out, we hear the back door open. Thinking it's maybe Angie, or Meredith, I say "Hello?"... no answer. I look around the corner to see a strange man I don't know holding a beer standing in my kitchen, looking at the newspaper on the table. "Whoa," he says, "I'm in the wrong house." He leaves, and I promptly lock the door. I think he was drunk. We have some party-hardy neighbors next door (who, we can hear, are still at it) so we think he wandered over from there. Pretty funny, and it makes a great story. It definitely proved my fight or flight response is working. We didn't get an actual picture, but this will give you an idea.