This blog isn't about me...its just a funny e-mail i was sent that i wanted to share!!!!
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 3a.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 probably 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 I know 3 cuckoos plus 9 cuckoos totals 12
cuckoos = MIDNIGHT!)
The next morning my husband asked me what time I got in, and I told
him, "
Midnight."
He didn't seem pissed off 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
three times, then said, "Oh shit," cuckooed 4 more times, cleared
it's throat, cuckooed another 3 times, giggled, cuckooed twice more,
and then Tripped over the coffee table and farted."
