~Senior Parachute Club~
Yesterday my daughter e-mailed me, again, asking why I didn't do something useful with my time.
"Like sitting around the pool, drinking wine isn't a good thing?" I
asked. Talking about my “doing something useful” seems to be her favorite topic of conversation.
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 Senior Parachute Club.
She replied, "Are you nuts? You're 86-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 Prostitute Club, not a Parachute Club."
"Oh man, am I in trouble," I said, "I signed up for five jumps a week!"
The line went dead.
Life as a Senior Citizen isn't getting any easier, but sometimes it can be fun.
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The mere idea of doing this would get me in deep deep water......



California? That bunch of liberals like Nixon, Reagan and Ben Shapiro?Two nicely dressed ladies happened to start up a conversation during an endless wait in the Los Angeles airport.
The first lady was an arrogant Californian woman married to a wealthy man. The second was a well-mannered, elderly woman from the South.
When the conversation centered on whether they had any children, the California woman started by saying, “When my first child was born, my husband built a beautiful mansion for me."
The lady from the South commented, "Well, bless your heart."
The first woman continued, "When my second child was born, my husband bought me a beautiful Mercedes-Benz"
Again, the lady from the South commented, "Well, bless your heart."
The first woman continued, "Then, when my third child was born, my husband bought me this exquisite diamond bracelet."
Yet again, the Southern lady commented, "Well, bless your heart."
The first woman then asked her companion, "What did your husband buy for you, when you had your first child?"
My husband sent me to Charm School," declared the Southern lady.
"Charm School ?" the first woman said, amazed, "Oh, my God! What on earth for?"
The Southern lady responded, "Well for example, instead of saying, "Who gives a shit?" I learned to say, "Well, bless your heart"
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