Harold’s wife bought a new line of expensive cosmetics guaranteed to make her look years younger.
After applying her new makeup, she asked, “Darling, honestly, what age would you say I am?”
Looking at her carefully, Harold replied, “Judging from your skin, twenty; your hair, eighteen; and your figure, twenty five.”
“Oh, you flatterer!” she gushed.
“Now hold on a minute!” Harold interrupted. “I haven’t added them up yet.”