This is just what happens ...
"The other night," she said, "I was invited out for a night with 'The Girls'. I told my husband I would be home by midnight, I promise!"
"Well, the hours passed and the margaritas went down way to easily. Around 3 A.M., a bit loaded, I headed for home.
"Just as I got in the back door, the damn cuckoo clock in the hall started up and cuckooed three times. Thinking quickly, realizing my husband would probably wake up, I cockooed nine more 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 did you get in last night?"
"I told him, Midnight." He didn't seem pissed off 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 four more times, cleared its throat, cuckooed another three times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, and then tripped over the coffee table and farted."
Trusting you and yours are having a great start to Summer!
Until our next conversation, Enjoy