At this time of year, when the pressure is on, I always find a joke helps – so here is one of my favourite jokes:

“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 pi**ed 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 sh_t." Cuckooed 4 more times, cleared its throat, cuckooed another three times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, and then tripped over the coffee table and farted.”

I hope it provides at least a little relief to you all.

Posted By Fee Nolan