Where are my glasses?

[Gaffer]

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. Talking about my "doing something useful" seems 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 e-mailed her and told her that I had joined a parachute club.
She replied, "Are you nuts? You are 73 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 she had fainted.
Life as a senior citizen is not getting any easier but sometimes it can be fun!



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[Bob&Patty]

PJ, very good..lol. When my kids give me grief....they are told to mind their own $#@ business. Its my money and I am retired now.

 

[JohnD]

PJ, very good..lol. When my kids give me grief....they are told to mind their own $#@ business. Its my money and I am retired now.

We are not retired yet (at the rate this country is going, not sure if we ever will be able to???) . . .

But I always tell our kids that we are enjoying spending their inheritance on things like new trucks and trailers!

 

[JohnDar]

We occasionally hear the droll "it must be nice." Our standard reply is, "yes, it is!"



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[TandT]

PJ,
You look great for 73. Trace

 

[dewwood]

Thanks for that, it really made my day!

 

[trading-time]

Too Funny, Thank's

 

[Gaffer]

As do you.

PJ,
You look great for 73. Trace

 

[king_arthur1953]

Getting old is just too much fun on good days. Messing with the kids is a hoot. Now on bad days, not so much. Now where are my gout pills.