Originally posted by magiroux
"A Night Out With The Girls"
The other night I was invited out for a night with the girls. I promised DH I would be home by midnight. Well, the hours passed and the margaritas went down too easy.
Around 3AM a bit loaded, I headed home.
Just as I got in the door the Cuckoo Clock in the hall started up and cuckooed three times. Quickly, realizing that DH would wake up I cuckooed another nine times. I was really proud of myself for coming up with such a quick witted solution (even when totally smashed), in order to escape possible conflict with him.
The next morning my husband asked what time I got in and I told him midnight. He didn't seem angry at all. Whew, I got away with that one!!!
Then he said, "We need a new cuckoo clock". When I asked him why he replied, "Well, last night our clock cuckooed three times then said, Oh crap, cuckooed 4 more times, cleared it's throat, cuckooed another three times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, and then tripped over the coffee table and farted.