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 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!