A girls night out...
Last 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 champagne was going down too easy. Around 3am, drunk as a skunk, I headed home. Just as I got in the door, the cuckoo clock in the hall started up and cuckooed 3 times.
Quickly realising he'd 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 smashed), in order to escape a possible conflict with him.
The next morning my husband asked me what time I got home and I told him 12 o'clock. He didn't seem disturbed 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 three times, then said, "oh shit! cuckooed 4 more times,cleared it's throat,cuckooed another 3 times, giggled cuckooed twice more, then farted".
