The other night, I went out with the girls for a much-needed night of fun. Before leaving, I reassured my husband, “I’ll be home by midnight, I promise!” But as these things go, time flew by, and the margaritas flowed a little too freely. At around 3 a.m., a bit tipsy, I finally made my way home.
As soon as I walked in the door, I heard the cuckoo clock in the hallway chime three times. My heart sank. I knew my husband would hear it and realize I was way past my promised curfew. But then, in my margarita-fueled genius, I had an idea! I quickly mimicked the clock, adding nine extra cuckoos. “There!” I thought proudly. “3 cuckoos plus 9 cuckoos equals 12! That’s midnight!” Problem solved—at least in my tipsy logic.
The next morning, my husband casually asked, “What time did you get home last night?” With the confidence of someone who’d pulled off a masterful deception, I replied, “Midnight, just like I said!”
He didn’t seem mad at all. In fact, he just nodded and went back to drinking his coffee. I was secretly patting myself on the back for being so clever. That is, until he looked up and said, “We need a new cuckoo clock.”
Confused, I asked, “Why?”
He smiled and said, “Well, last night it cuckooed three times, muttered ‘oh crap,’ cuckooed four more times, cleared its throat, cuckooed three more times, giggled, cuckooed twice, and then tripped over the coffee table and farted.”
As soon as I walked in the door, I heard the cuckoo clock in the hallway chime three times. My heart sank. I knew my husband would hear it and realize I was way past my promised curfew. But then, in my margarita-fueled genius, I had an idea! I quickly mimicked the clock, adding nine extra cuckoos. “There!” I thought proudly. “3 cuckoos plus 9 cuckoos equals 12! That’s midnight!” Problem solved—at least in my tipsy logic.
The next morning, my husband casually asked, “What time did you get home last night?” With the confidence of someone who’d pulled off a masterful deception, I replied, “Midnight, just like I said!”
He didn’t seem mad at all. In fact, he just nodded and went back to drinking his coffee. I was secretly patting myself on the back for being so clever. That is, until he looked up and said, “We need a new cuckoo clock.”
Confused, I asked, “Why?”
He smiled and said, “Well, last night it cuckooed three times, muttered ‘oh crap,’ cuckooed four more times, cleared its throat, cuckooed three more times, giggled, cuckooed twice, and then tripped over the coffee table and farted.”
