I was in my back yard trying to fly a kite.

I threw the kite up in the air, the wind would catch it for a few seconds,

then it would spiral down, crashing back to earth.

I tried this a few more times with no success.

All the while, my wife, Karen, is watching from the kitchen window,

muttering to herself how men need to be told how to do everything.

　
She opens the window and yells to me,

"You need a piece of tail."

I turned with a confused look on my face and said,

"Make up your mind.  Last night, you told me to go fly a kite."

Just had to share I am thinking the older I get the easier it is to find humor in things hope you find it too.

edit: This is not a picture of me