Thursday, August 24, 2006

Cuckoo

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 quickly and the vodkas went down nice and easy. Around 3a.m., I headed 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 and that equals MIDNIGHT!)

The next morning my husband asked me what time I got in. When I told him I got home at midnight, he didn't seem pissed off at all.

"Whew! I got away with that one!", I thought.

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", then cuckooed 4 more times, cleared its throat, cuckooed another 3 times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, then tripped over the coffee table and farted."

~Author Unknown~

1 comment:

The Michael said...

OH, I thought YOU had tried to pull that on hubby! lol!!!!!