The other night I went out for a Girls Night Out. I promised I'd be home by midnight. "I swear!" Well the hours passed and the margaritas went down way too easily. Around 3 a.m., a bit loaded, I headed for home. Just as I got in the door, the cuckoo clock in the hallway 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 (Cuckoos MIDNIGHT!)
The next morning my husband asked me what time I got in, I told him "Midnight!" and he didn't seem pissed off in the least. Whew, I got away with that one!
Then he said" We need a new cuckoo clock."
"Why?" I asked nervously.
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.
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hahahahahahahahaha i just peed.
ReplyDeleteHAHAHAHAHA! MAre had sent me a text saying she just posted on the blog. I was reading away thinking this was a true story... until I got to the husband part and was like. OHHHH!
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