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, Well, then why are you crying.
She said, He makes me homemade soup for lunch and my favorite brownies and then makes love to me for half the afternoon.
I said, Well, why are you crying.
She said, 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.
I said, Well, why in the world would you be crying.
She said, I can’t remember where I live.