Where Are 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 favourite topic  of conversation.

   

   She  was "only thinking of me," and suggested I go down to the senior  centre 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 79 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 !