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 72 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.