Cuckooo clock

THE CUCKOO CLOCK

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 easily.

Around 3 a.m., a bit loaded, I headed for home.

Just as I got in the door, the cuckoo clock in the hallway 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 a possible conflict with him.

(Even when totally smashed… 3 cuckoos plus 9 cuckoos = 12

Cuckoos MIDNIGHT!)

The next morning my husband asked me what time I got in, I told him

‘MIDNIGHT’… He didn’t seem pissed off in the least.

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 said ‘oh shit.’ Cuckooed 4 more times, cleared its

throat, cuckooed another three times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, and then
tripped over the coffee table and farted.