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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 wine went down way too easy. Around 3 a.m., a bit
loaded, I headed for home. Just as I got in the door, the stupid cuckoo
clock in the hall 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 (even when totally tipsy), in order
to escape a possible conflict with him.

The next morning my husband asked me what time I got in, and I told him
"Midnight." He didn't seem angry 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
shit," 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."