Grandma decided to spice things up. She went into the bedroom, put on a sheer, lacy negligee she’d saved for decades, and struck a provocative pose on the edge of the bed.
Grandpa walked in, took one look at her, and gasped. “Good heavens, Martha! That outfit… it really brings out the wrinkles in your skin!”
Grandma rolled her eyes, unfazed. “Listen, you old goat, this is my ‘Sexy See-Through’ nightgown. I’m trying to remind you of what you’ve got!”
Grandpa squinted, leaned in close, and sighed. “Well, sweetheart, it definitely works. I can see through it just fine… I just can’t remember what I’m supposed to do with what I’m lookin’ at.”
Grandma smirked and patted the mattress. “Don’t worry, George. Just get over here. Even if you can’t remember the ‘how,’ I’m sure your pacemaker can handle the ‘wow’!”
Grandpa chuckled, started unbuttoning his shirt, and said, “Alright, but keep the lights on. If I’m going to have a heart attack, I want to make sure I’m looking at the right person!”
