Night Out
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!" were my last words.
Well, the hours passed and the Margaritas went down way too easy.
Around 3:00 a.m. and a bit loaded, we piled into a cab and headed for
our respective homes. Just as I got through the door, the cuckoo clock
in the hall started up and cuckooed 3 times. Realizing my husband would
probably wake up, I quickly cuckooed another 9 times.
I was particularly proud of myself for coming up with such a quick-witted
solution to cover my tardiness. (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, and I told him
midnight. He didn't raise an eyebrow or anything and continued to read
the morning paper.
Whew! Got away with that one!
Then he said, "I think we might need a new cuckoo clock."
When I asked him why, he said, "Well, last night our clock
cuckooed three times, then said, "Oh, ****," cuckooed 4 more times,
cleared its throat, cuckooed another 3 times, giggled,
cuckooed twice more, then tripped over the coffee table and farted."
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!" were my last words.
Well, the hours passed and the Margaritas went down way too easy.
Around 3:00 a.m. and a bit loaded, we piled into a cab and headed for
our respective homes. Just as I got through the door, the cuckoo clock
in the hall started up and cuckooed 3 times. Realizing my husband would
probably wake up, I quickly cuckooed another 9 times.
I was particularly proud of myself for coming up with such a quick-witted
solution to cover my tardiness. (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, and I told him
midnight. He didn't raise an eyebrow or anything and continued to read
the morning paper.
Whew! Got away with that one!
Then he said, "I think we might need a new cuckoo clock."
When I asked him why, he said, "Well, last night our clock
cuckooed three times, then said, "Oh, ****," cuckooed 4 more times,
cleared its throat, cuckooed another 3 times, giggled,
cuckooed twice more, then tripped over the coffee table and farted."