Girls night out

This one took a little editing.

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
loaded, 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 (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 angry 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 No!",
cuckooed 4 more times, cleared it's throat, cuckooed another 3 times,
giggled, cuckooed twice more, and then tripped over the coffee table and
farted."