Mr. Jacobs, the biology instructor at a posh suburban girl's junior college, said during class, "Miss Arnold, would you please name the organ of the human body, which under the appropriate conditions, expands to six times its normal size, and define the conditions.

Miss Arnold gasped, then said freezingly, "Mr. Jacobs, I don't think that is a proper question to ask me. I assure you my parents will hear of this." With that she sat down red-faced.

Unperturbed, Mr. Jacobs called on Miss Jones, another student, and asked the same question.

Miss Jones, with composure, replied: "The pupil of the eye, in dim light."

"Correct," said Mr. Jacobs. "And now, Miss Arnold, I have three things to say to you. One, you have not studied your lesson. Two, you have a dirty mind. And three, you will someday be faced with a dreadful disappointment."

Yesterday my daughter e-mailed me again asking why I didn't do something useful with mytime.

Like sitting around the pool and drinking wine is not a good thing?, I said.

Talking about me "doing something useful" seems to be her favorite topic of
conversation.

She was "only thinking of me" she said, 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!” I said, “ I'm in trouble again; I really don't know what to do... I signed up for five jumps in a week."

The line went quiet and her daughter’s friend picked up the phone and said that my daughter had fainted.

Life as a senior citizen is not getting any easier but sometimes it can be fun.