Girls Night Out
The other night I was invited out for a night with "the girls." I
told my husband that I would be home by midnight, "I promise."
Well, the hours passed and the margaritas went down way too
easy. Around 3:00 a.m., a bit loaded, I headed for home. Just as I
got in the door, the cuckoo clock in the hall started up and
cuckooed 3 times.
Quickly, realizing my husband would wake up, I cuckooed another
9 times. I was really proud of myself for coming up with such a
quick-witted solution, in order to escape a possible conflict with
him.
(Even when totally smashed.....3 cuckoos plus 9 cuckoos totals
12 cuckoos = midnight.)
The next morning my husband asked my what time I got in and I
told him "midnight." He didn't seem upset at all.
Whew! Got away with that one!
Then he said, "We need a new cuckoo clock."
When I asked him why, he said, "Well, last night our clock
cuckooed 3 times, then said, "Oh shit", cuckooed 4 more times,
cleared its throat, cuckooed another 3 times, giggled, cuckooed
twice more, and then tripped over the coffee table and farted."
