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 am, 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, in order to escape a possible conflict with him. (Even when totally smashed ... 3 cuckoos plus 9 cuckoos totals 12...MIDNIGHT!)
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! Got away with that one!
Then he said "We need a new cuckoo clock".
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