The girls and I decided we needed a girls only night out. I promised my husband that I would be home no later than midnight. Well us girls got a little carried away with our margaritas and time flew by. I looked at my watch blurrily and saw it was 2 am. We finally stumbled to a cab and headed home.

I got home and unlocked the door and heard the coo coo clock go off! There we’re 3 coo coo’s and my quick witted self thought “I can just coo coo 9 more times and if my husband wakes up he will think its midnight because 3+9=12!!” Damn I’m proud of myself!! So I let out 9 coo coo’s and crawled into bed. The next morning I awoke (with a terrible headache!) to my husband asking what time I got in and if I had a good time. I told him I got in at midnight, thinking I got away with my smart skills.

Then my husband said “I think the clock needs new batteries. It coo coo’d 3 times, paused, let out 2 more coo coo’s, giggles, coo coo’s 4 times, trips over the coffee table, coo coo’s 3 times and then farts and giggled some more.” Here I thought I outsmarted him…