Yesterday my daughter e-mailed me again asking why I didn't do something useful with my time.Like sitting around the camp and drinking beer is not a good thing, I said.Talking about my "doing something useful" seems to be her favourite topic of conversation.She was "only thinking of me" she said, and suggested I go down to the senior centre and
Yesterday my daughter e-mailed me again asking why I didn't do something useful with my time.
Like sitting around the camp and drinking beer is not a good thing, I said.
Talking about my "doing something useful" seems to be her favourite topic of conversation.
She was "only thinking of me" she said, and suggested I go down to the senior centre and
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 70 years old,
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,
"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 herhusband picked up the phone and said that my daughter had fainted.
God I love being an old fart...