Sam’s wife bought a new line of expensive cosmetics guaranteed to make her look younger.
After a long session infront of the mirror applying the “miracle” products, she turned to him and asked,
“ Darling, honestly – what age would you say I am now?”
Sam looked over her carefully and said, “ looking at your skin, twenty. Your hair, eighteen. And your figure, twenty five.
“ Oh, you flatterer, what are you after?” she gushed.
“ Hold on a minute, honey, Sam interrupted, “ I haven’t added them up yet.
