I can’t take credit for this funny story. It was passed along to me, via email, and to my knowledge, the source is unknown.
The other night I was invited out for a night with the “girls.” I told my husband that I’d be home by midnight, “I promise.”
Well, the hours passed and the margaritas went down way too easily. Around 3am—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 equals 12 cuckoos—midnight!
The next morning my husband asked me what time I’d gotten in. I told him “Midnight.” He didn’t seem angry 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 3 times, then said, ‘Oh shit!’ It cuckooed 4 more times, cleared its throat, then cuckooed another 3 times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, and then tripped over the coffee table.”When was the last time you laughed until you cried? Click To Tweet
A great big thank you to my friend Egon Witte for the photograph.