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.
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.
