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Senior Love
I was in my back yard trying to launch a kite. I threw the kite up in the air,
the wind would catch it for a few seconds, then it would come crashing back
down to earth. I tried this a few more times with no success.
All the while, my wife, Vicki, is watching from the kitchen window, muttering
to herself how men need to be told how to do everything.
She opens the window and yelled to me, "You need a piece of tail."
I turned, with a confused look on my face, and yelled back, "Make up your
mind. Last night, you told me to go fly a kite."
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