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 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. 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 3-times, then said, "Oh shit.", cuckooed 4 more times, cleared ! it's throat, cuckooed another 3 times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, and then tripped over the coffee table and farted.