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
my husband.
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 three times, then said, "Oh dear me", cuckooed 4 more times,
cleared its throat, cuckooed another 3 times, giggled, cuckooed twice more,
and then tripped over the cat, and broke wind."
