Funday Monday #7

February 20, 2012

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!’

image 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 = 12 cuckoos MIDNIGHT!)

The next morning my husband asked me what time I got in, I told him ‘MIDNIGHT’… He didn’t seem pissed off in the least.image

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 and farted.

 

Ok, So this wasn’t ME – but rather a story I came across via email – but still – so freakin’ hilarious!

Comments

  1. hahahahahahaha That’s hysterical!

  2. Hilarious! The things you forget when you’re in the drinks!

  3. Gladys Parker says:

    I remember those days so fondly. This post really made me laugh I give you an A+++ for that. Glad you had fun and that the hubby was so reasonable.
    Gladys P

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