>> 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 margaritas went down way too
>> easy.
>>
>> Around 3a.m., a bit worse for wear, I headed for home.
>>
>> Just as I got in the door, the 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, in order to escape a possible conflict with him.
>>
>> 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 seem concerned at all. Whew! Got away with that
>> one!
>>
>> Then he said, "We need a new cuckoo clock."
>>
>> When I asked him why he said that, "Well, last night our
>> clock cuckooed three times, then it said, "Oh s#*&.", cuckooed 4 more
>> times, cleared its throat, cuckooed another 3 times, giggled, cuckooed
>> twice more, and then tripped over the coffee table and fa#%&d."