One night I told Tonya I'd be back from the bar at 11:00. I closed the bar and came home a little before 2:00. She was asleep, I was sneaking to the bedroom when the cuckoo clock cuckooed twice. I decided to cuckoo more to make it like 11:00. In the morning, nothing was said until she mentioned we needed to get the clock repaired. Said last night it cuckooed twice, belched, said, "Son of a bitch," and cuckooed 11 more times.