Do you need a good laugh? If you do, you'll get a kick out of this story. It happened to a friend from back home. Don't worry, she has given me permission to post her story. I gotta admit, she's quick on her toes!
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 3:00 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 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 totals 12 cuckoos = midnight.)
The next morning my husband asked me what time I got in and I told him "midnight." He didn't seem upset 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 3 times, then said, "Oh shit", cuckooed 4 more times, cleared its throat, cuckooed another 3 times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, and then tripped over the coffee table and farted.