I don't care who you are... this is funny... overhead in the Denizenne's Den (aka the Jungle Room)...
I'm guessing Carrie, Barb, or Cassie...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 easily. 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 peeved 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 crap.' Cuckooed 4 more times, cleared its throat, cuckooed another three times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, and then tripped over the coffee table and farted.
AND you left out two other possible candidates: HF6 and DL Sly.
There are times when atmospheric conditions require that we make certain "adjustments" to equalize the relative barometric pressure of the earth's fragile ecosystem relative to less than optimal internal conditions imposed upon us by the domineering patriarchal hegemony.
A small matter which you knuckle draggers should be thankful for. But then you knew that :p
/flouncing away, trivet at the ready
Guaran-dam-tee-ya the one it *isn't*.
Princess Crabby. She'd *flaunt* her entry under those conditions and *dare* a comment.
Time-stamped pictures of unbruised bare legs will be evidence of innocence.
Time stamped pictures of bare legs that go all the way up to thong level will be adjudged proof-positive of innocence.
You have my e-mail addy...
Which also means she's not downing margaritas and coming home late, either.
duh.
BTW, HL- AFSis and Maggie need to be included in those lessons, as anyone at the Milblog Conference can attest to. There's just no such thing as drunk AND sexy...
Mrs. G.
I don't even own a cuckoo clock. Don't have a curfew either...:)
In addition, when I *do* get drunk, there is no stumbling. Dancing on tables, perhaps. But no stumbling. Don't believe me? I'll see you in D.C. in April. You can see for yourself.
And Brab is being uncharacteristically silent. Ummmmm -- okay, *not* uncharacteristically. But she may just be planning to announce it with her other
fiveeleven quirks...I just went on the link ricochet from Hades! Dumped me right back here... Ya'll ought not to do that to a body...
Aha, suspects are narrowing. Now Cass does an awful lot of flouncing. May need to look into that ;P
See you all in D.C. We'll re-enact the events prior to the crime . :)
As for the rest of the Harridan Horde, I sense a desperation that mires them in pointing out details while ignoring the larger picture...
I am *so* going to pay for that.
Pickin them off one by one, Oh Barb where are you?
Listed under the Spousal Unit's name, eh?
Good ol' "Plausible Deniability"...
1.Admit nothing
2. Deny everyting.
3. Make counter accusations...
Done, done and done.
Coffee table is in the TV room, no where near door or stairs to bedroom. And I don't have a cuckoo clock. If such a thing were to be in my house, it would no longer be able to Cuckoo, because I'd have killed it the first night. No Cuckoos, chirps, bells or other noise-making clocks allowed.
(I know, add it to the quirk list. Oh, wait - I hafta write it first!)