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 pretty impressed with myself for coming up with such a quick-witted solution in order to escape a possible conflict with him….even when totally smashed, & being far too pretty to do math… 3 cuckoos plus 9 cuckoos totals 12 cuckoos = MIDNIGHT!
The next morning my husband asked me what time I got in, & I casually told him “MIDNIGHT”… he didn’t seem pissed off in the least. Thankful, & a little bit smug, I thought, “Phew, I got away with that one!”.