WHERE ARE MY GLASSES ? 

 

 

 

 

WHERE ARE MY GLASSES? 

 

Yesterday my daughter e-mailed me again asking why I didn't do something useful with my time. 

 

Like sitting around the pool and drinking wine is not a good thing, I said. 

 

Talking about my "doing something useful" seems to be her favorite topic of conversation. 

 

She was "only thinking of me" she said, 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 e-mailed her and told her that I had joined a parachute club. 

 

She replied, "Are you nuts? You are 83 years old, and now you're going to start jumping out of airplanes?" 

 

I told her that I even got a membership card and e-mailed a copy to her. 

She immediately telephoned  me, "Good grief, where are your glasses! This is a membership to a Prostitute Club, not a Parachute Club." 

 

"Oh man, I'm in trouble again; I really don't know what to do... I signed up for five jumps a week." 

 

The line went quiet and her friend picked up the phone and said that my daughter had fainted. 

 

Life as a senior citizen is not getting any easier, but sometimes it can be fun!!