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," were my last words.
The hours passed and the margaritas went down way too easily and around 3 a.m. we piled into a cab and headed to our respective homes, quite inebriated.
Just as I walked through the door, the cuckoo clock in the hall started up and cuckooed 3 times!
Realizing that my husband would probably wake up to this, I quickly cuckooed another 9 times. I was quit pleased with myself for coming up with such a quick witted solution to cover up my tardiness. Even with my impaired judgment, I could count 3 cuckoos plus 9 cuckoos equaled 12 cuckoos!
The next morning, my husband asked me what time I got in, and confidently, I replied, "Midnight...like I promised." He didn't even raise and eyebrow and went on reading the morning paper! Phew! Got away with that one!
After a moment, he then replied, "I think we might need a new cuckoo clock."
A bit nervously, I asked him why, to which he responded:
"Well, last night our clock cuckooed 3 times, then said, 'Oh, crap,' cuckooed 4 more times, cleared it's throat, cuckooed another 3 times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, then tripped over the coffee table and farted."
3 comments:
Sis,
Thank you for that. You always know when to say what. You are absolutely right, I do everything I do out of love, but sometimes, I feel underappreciated. Hopefully things will change. By the way, I did relay my plan about the house to Mom. She replied with "Maddie will have to stay here." I said, when I sell I will put 5k in her account for airline tickets for her to come see Maddie! LOL!
Angel, Debbie, whatever you wanna be called, you should check out my blog ASAP and read it. I'm sorry if this offends anyone or pisses them off but it needs to be read and both sides of the story need to be heard. Thanks! -Candice
As I said on the last comment Candy made here...I am not wasting my time on this, I will just comment on her blog on the last entry she made then yes...Let go...let God.
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