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Summing Up!
My wife bought a new line of expensive cosmetics guaranteed to make her look years younger.
After a lengthy sitting before the mirror applying the 'miracle' products,
she asked me, 'Darling, honestly, what age would you say I am?'
Looking over her carefully, I replied, 'Judging from your skin,
twenty; your hair, eighteen; and your figure, twenty five.'
'Oh, you flatterer!' she gushed.
'Hey, wait a minute!' I interrupted. 'I haven't added them up yet...
