Going Out With The Girls
Posted On Friday, July 18, 2008 at at 6:53 PM by BunkmonKee
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 2:00 a.m., a bit buzzed, 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 three 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."
