Forgot my glasses.

Yesterday, my daughter again asked why I didn't do something useful with my time.  Talking about my "doing something useful" seemed to be her favorite topic of conversation.  She was "only thinking of me" and suggested I go down to the senior center and hang out with the guys.  I did this and when I got home last night I 
decided to teach her a lesson about staying out of my business.  
I told her that I had joined a parachute club.

She said "Are you nuts?  
You're almost 78 years old and you're going to start jumping out of airplanes?"

I proudly showed her that I even got a membership card.

She said to me, "Good grief, where are your glasses! 
This is a membership to a Prostitute Club, not a Parachute Club."


"I'm in trouble again, and I don't know what to do...  
I signed up for five jumps a week," I told her.  


She fainted.

Life as a senior citizen is not getting any easier but sometimes it can be fun.