Enjoy Why women should avoid girls' nights out after they are married... 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 three times. Quickly, realizing my husband would probably wake up, I cuckooed another nine 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... three cuckoos plus nine cuckoos totals 12 cuckoos = (MIDNIGHT!) 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 sh*t', cuckooed four more times, cleared it's throat, cuckooed another three times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, and then tripped over the coffee table and farted.