LMAO! This one is probably closer to the truth for me...
The other night I was invited out with the "girls".
I told my husband that I would be home by MIDNIGHT, I "promised". Well, the hours passed by and the margaritas went down way to easy.
Around 3 a.m, very drunk I headed home just as I got in the door, the cuckoo clock in the hallway started up and cuckooed 3 times. Quickly, realising 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, 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 what time I got in, I told him "midnight"...
He didn't seem pissed off in the least. Whew, I got away with that one!
Then he said "we need a new cuckoo clock". When I asked why, he said, "we'll, last night our clock cuckooed 3 times, then said "oh shit" cuckooed 4 more times, cleared its throat, cuckooed another 3 more times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, and then tripped over the coffee table and farted!!!!!