In the corridors of love, where whispers of judgment echo, stand couples that defy every beauty standard. She’s runway-svelte; he’s comfortably round. He’s a head above the crowd; she barely reaches his shoulder. Her beauty turns heads; his charm is of the kind-hearted variety. These pairs are the living testament to love’s blind eye to society’s mirror.
The other night I was invited out for a night with the “girls”.
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!”
As time went by, the hours flew and the margaritas disappeared far too quickly.
Around 3 a.m., a bit loaded, I headed for home. Just as I got in the door, the cuckoo clock in the hallway started up and cuckooed 3 times.
Quickly, realizing 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 me 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 him why, he said, “Well, last night our clock cuckooed three times, then said “oh shit” Cuckooed 4 more times, cleared its throat, cuckooed another three times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, and then tripped over the coffee table and farted.
