Cuckoo Clock

The other night I was invited out for a night with the girls. I promised my husband that I would be home by midnight.... Well, as you can imagine the hours passed and the margaritas went down like gold.

Around 3:00am, a bit loaded, I headed for home. Just as I got in the door the cuckoo clock in the hall started up and cuckooed three times.
Quickly, realizing my husband would probably wake up, I cuckooed another nine 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 confrontation with my husband.

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." When I asked him why he said, "Well, last night our clock cuckooed three times, then said, "Oh s##t," cuckooed four more times, cleared it's throat, cuckooed another three times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, and then tripped over the coffee table and farted."