Girls Just Want to Have Fun

Girls Just Want to Have Fun......

A couple of days ago, I was invited out for a night with the girls.  I promised my husband that I would be home by midnight.  Well, the hours passed and the margaritas went down way 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 three times.  Quickly, realizing my husband would probably wake up, I cuckooed another nine 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 him "midnight".  He didn’t seem pissed off at all.  Whew!  Got away with that one, I thought to myself.  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 sh*t", cuckooed four more times, cleared its throat, cuckooed three times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, then tripped over the coffee table and farted!"