The other night I was hnvited 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 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 apossible conflict with him.
(Even when totally smashed…3 cuckoos plus 9 cuckoos totals 12 cuckoos = MIDNITE!)
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,