When I went to lunch today, I noticed an old lady sitting on a park bench sobbing her eyes out. I stopped and asked her what was wrong. She said, "I have a 22 year old husband at home. He makes love to me every morning and then gets up and makes me pancakes, sausage, fresh fruit and freshly ground coffee."
I said, "Why are you crying?"
She continued, "He makes me homemade soup for lunch and my favorite brownies too. Then he makes love to me for half the afternoon."
Again I wondered, "Well then, why are you crying?"
She just kept on rambling, "For dinner he makes me a
gourmet meal with wine and my favorite dessert and then makes love to me until 2:00 a.m."
Totally confused by now, I asked one more time, "Why in the world would you be crying?"
She looked up at me through her tearful eyes and said...
remember where I live!"