...things are somewhat better between my boyfriend and I. Apparently every time I asked him what's wrong when he becomes withdrawn, he translates that into me asking him what he did in the war, which is not what I was doing at all...I just wanted to know if he's sick or if some idiot cut him off in traffic and then flipped him the bird making his day lousy, or something a long those lines. I will never understand why men and women were built to think so differently from each other. Why didn't God make it easier for us to communicate with each other? Did He think we needed more problems than we already do? You would think if God hates divorce, He would have given us better communication skills. Sheesh!

Anyway...I need a joke...anyone else?

Subject: Cuckoo Clock

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 in a taxi. Just as I got in the door, the cuckoo clock in the hall 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 (even when totally smashed), in order to escape a possible conflict with him.

The next morning my husband asked me what time I got in, and I told Him "Midnight". He didn't seem pissed off 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 shit.", cuckooed 4 more times, cleared its throat, cuckooed another 3 times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, and then tripped over the coffee table and farted."

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LOL Okay, the tripping over the coffe table and farting makes me think this joke was orginally about a man coming home at 3 a.m. instead of a woman  Either way, laughter is good medicine.