Yesterday my daughter e-mailed me asking why I didn't do something useful with my time. I can't begin to count the number of times she's e-mailed me about this, but it must be in the hundreds. It seems to be her favorite topic of conversation.

"Sitting around the pool, drinking beer and wine isn't a good thing?" I asked her.

She is "only thinking of me," she said, and suggested, I go down to the Senior Center and hang out with the fellas.

So, I did and when I got home, decided to play a prank on her. I sent her an e-mail saying that I had joined the Seniors Parachute Club.

She replied, "Are you nuts? You're 78 years old and now you're going to start jumping out of airplanes?"

I told her that I even had a Membership Card and e-mailed a copy to her.

Immediately, she telephoned me and yelled, "Good Grief, Dad, where are your glasses? This is a membership to a Prostitutes Club, not a Parachute Club."

"Oh man, am I in trouble," I said, "I signed up for five jumps a week!"

….The phone line went dead.


Life as a Senior Citizen isn't getting any easier, but sometimes it can be fun.....

Sounds Like a Great Club To Me.

Old farts don't get to become old farts without a sense of humor.

Serves her right!