Girls Night Out Story

Why females should avoid a girls night out after they are married....

If this does not make you laugh out loud, you have lost your sense of humor.

The other night I was invited out for a night with the "girls." I told my husband that I would be home by <st1:time hour="0" minute="0">midnight</st1:time>, "I promise!" Well, the hours passed and the margaritas went down way too easily. Around <st1:time hour="3" minute="0">3 a.m.</st1:time>, 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 totals 12 cuckoos = <st1:time hour="0" minute="0">MIDNIGHT</st1:time>!)
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The next morning my husband asked me what time I got in, I told him "<st1:time hour="0" minute="0">MIDNIGHT</st1:time>"... he didn't seem off in the least.

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 ????", cuckooed 4 more times, cleared its throat, cuckooed another three times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, and then tripped over the coffee table and farted.