Saturday, April 10, 2010

Sunday Morning Sex

Hearing that her grandfather had just passed away, my old friend, Katie, went straight to her grandparent's house to comfort her 95 year-old grandmother.

When she asked how Grandfather had died, Grandmother replied, "He had a heart attack while we were making love on Sunday morning."

Horrified, Katie blurted that sex for 100-year-olds was certainly asking for trouble.

"Oh no, my dear," Grandmother replied. "We adjusted long ago to our advancing age. It seemed our best time coincided with the Sunday bells of the nice little church next door. Long and slow and even. Never strenuous, just in on the Ding and out on the Dong."

She paused to wipe away a tear. "He'd still be alive if the ice cream truck hadn't come along."

1 comment:

bowiechick said...

That is hysterical! I am really enjoying your writing. Thank you!