Yesterday my daughter again asked why I didn't do something useful with my time.
Talking about my "doing something useful" seems to be her favourite topic of conversation of late.

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 80 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."

"Oh, dear! I don't know what to do. I signed up for five jumps a week." I told her.



She fainted.