The other night a group of classmates invited me out for a night with the girls. I told my husband that I would be home no later than midnight. Well, the hours passed and the martini's and wine went down much 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 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. He didn't seem at all angry. Whew! Got away with that one! Then he said, "We need a new cuckoo clock." I asked him why, he said, "Well, last night our clock cuckooed three times, then said, "Oh shite", 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.
HA HA HA HA...
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 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. He didn't seem at all angry. Whew! Got away with that one! Then he said, "We need a new cuckoo clock." I asked him why, he said, "Well, last night our clock cuckooed three times, then said, "Oh shite", 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.
HA HA HA HA...