And on the eighth day God said, “Okay, Murphy, you’re in charge!” ~Author Unknown
Good morning favorite daughter.
Can I interest you in a koo koo clock?
No! Why not?
Well……………I don’t know. Just never thought about it. It would probably drive my pets nuts. Anyway….why do you ask?
Your mother picked up this cute koo koo clock at a resale shop. And it works. Goes koo koo koo real nice.
You are starting to scare me Dad.
You really don’t want one. I’m surprised.
I’m too young for a koo koo clock.
Too young. What’s that supposed to mean?
Well…..they are for older people. You know…………………for grandfathers and such.
Did I ever tell you……………..you are half German? Koo koo clocks are in your blood. Part of your DNA.
Dad…………please tell me there are no sharp instruments near you.
We were going to give you that clock for Christmas. I’m crushed.
Just give me my koo koo Dad. That’s all I want.
Works for me. See you soon. And oh yes…………………….mild temps in Tulsa while we are there.
As I may or may not say to the Lord on Judgment Day, “You ask a lot of questions for someone who has so much explaining to do.” ~ Robert Brault
Bob, I love your humor. Keep up the good stuff! I have a cuckoo clock i got for my folks in Germany. I got it back after they no longer could use it. I wish I could get it to work. Maybe I could hire someone like the head of the HHS to come in and give a speech every hour. It would sound the same to me. I love cuckoo clocks.
There are people who repair those clocks. Probably a google search to find one.
Whether koo koo or cuckoo…gets a NO vote from me. A sound intrusion I’d rather live without. A reminder of a ‘Sound of Music’ moment I can also live without. Hope she likes her gift 😦
I took your advice and trashed the clock. No more koo koo.