Yesterday my daughter e-mailed me asking why I didn’t do something useful with my time, like sitting around the pool, drinking wine isn’t a good thing.Talking about my “doing-something-useful” seems to be her favourite topic of conversation.She is “only thinking of me,” she said, and suggested I go down to the Senior Centre and hang out with the fellas.So, I did and when I got home, decided to play a prank on her.?? I sent her an e-mail saying that I had joined the Senior Parachute Club.?? She replied, “Are you nuts??? You’re 73 years-old and now you’re going to start jumping out of airplanes?”I told her that I even had a Membership Card and e-mailed a copy to her .Immediately, she telephoned me and yelled, “Good grief, Dad, where are your glasses??? This is a membership to a Prostitute Club, not a Parachute Club.”Oh man, am I in trouble,” I said, “I signed up for five jumps a week!”?? The line went dead.Life as a Senior Citizen isn’t getting any easier, but sometimes it can be fun.
(Not starting another thread;)
Thanks for the laughs.
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