Monday, May 31, 2010

Girls Night Out

The other night I was invited out for a night with the girls. I told my husband that I would be home by midnight. 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 a little tipsy... 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 annoyed 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 s#%^.' Cuckooed 4 more times, cleared its throat, cuckooed another three times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, and then tripped over the coffee table and passed wind.

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