Why women should avoid a girls night out after they are married . . .
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 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 what time I got in. I told him 'MIDNIGHT.'
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.'
When I asked him why, he said, 'Well, last night our clock cuckooed three
times, then said 'oh shit!' Cuckooed 4 more times, cleared its throat,
cuckooed another three times, giggled, cuckooed twice more and then tripped
over the coffee table! ;-)
LOL! Too funny, I needed a good laugh, Thanks for sharing
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