When I went to lunch today, I noticed an 84 year old lady near a park bench sobbing her eyes out.
I stopped and asked her what was wrong.
She said, "I have a 25 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."
Astonished I said, "Well, then why are you crying?"
She sobbed saying, "He makes me homemade soup for lunch and my favorite brownies and then makes love to me for half the afternoon".
Feeling a trifle jealous I said, "Well, why are you crying?"
She replied "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.
Now really peeved, I said, "Well, why in the world would you be crying?"
She said, "I can't remember where I live!"