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 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
(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 pissed
off at all. I thought, " Whew! I 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 it said, "Oh shit, "
cuckooed four more times, cleared it's throat,cuckooed
another three times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, and
then tripped over the coffee table and farted.