Shows you, not only males get home late ....

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
3 a.m., a bit blitzed, 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 wakeup, I cuckooed another
9 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 I got in, and I told him
Midnight. He didn't seem disturbed 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. Sh1t.', cuckooed 4 more times, cleared its
throat, cuckooed another 3 times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, and then
tripped over the cat and farted.'