On a peaceful Sunday evening, Bert and Edna, married for a whopping 55 years, are rocking on their porch swing, sipping tea like retired royalty. Edna suddenly says, “Let’s talk bucket lists.” Bert, 87 and rocking socks with sandals, chuckles and goes, “Mine’s easy: wake up and find my pants.”
But then he drops a bombshell: he’s always wanted to go skydiving. Edna nearly spits out her tea. “Bert, your bones creak just getting off the toilet!” But she’s game.
Feeling bold, Edna confesses she’s been low-key plotting revenge for years—sabotaging his recliner and reprogramming the remote to only play Hallmark movies. “That’s what you get for buying me a vacuum on our anniversary,” she smirks.
Bert, not to be outdone, admits he hasn’t been “fishing” all these years—he’s been dominating the bowling alley and hiding trophies in the basement like a secret sports goblin. Edna gasps. “So that’s the thing I threw out that said ‘Kingpin’… oops.”
They burst into laughter. Now, Bert skydives (once, with a helmet the size of a watermelon), Edna gets a plush, sabotage-free recliner, and every Saturday they hit the bowling alley—keeping score, and an eye on each other, just in case.
