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 a.m., a bit blitzed, 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
(even when totally smashed), in order to escape a possible conflict with him.
The next morning my husband asked me what time I got in,
and I told him midnight. He didn't seem disturbed 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, crap," cuckooed 4 more times,
Cleared its throat, cuckooed another 3 times, giggled,
cuckooed twice more,
and then tripped over the cat and farted."