girl night out

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 easily.
Around 3 a.m., a bit loaded, I headed for home.

Just as I got in the door, the cuckoo clock in the hallway started up
and cuckoo-ed 3 times.

Quickly, realizing my husband would probably wake up, I cuckoo-ed
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, I told him
"MIDNIGHT"... he didn't seem mad 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 cuckoo-ed
three times, then said "oh sh*t." Cuckoo-ed 4 more times, cleared its
throat, cuckoo-ed another three times, giggled, cuckoo-ed twice more, and then
tripped over the coffee table and farted.

its hard to be tricky on tequilla

LMAO HOW TRUE HOW TRUE!!!HATE WHEN THAT HAPPENS