Yesterday my daughter again asked why I didn't do something useful with my time.  Talking about my "doing something useful" seemed to be her favourite 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 told her that I had joined a parachute club.

She said, "Are you nuts? You're almost 66 years old and you're going to start jumping out of airplanes?" I proudly showed her that I even got a membership card.

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

"I'm in trouble again, and I don't know what to do... I signed up for five jumps a week." I told her.  She fainted.