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