Denny's 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, "Darling, honestly what age would you say I am?"
Looking over her carefully, Denny replied, "Judging from your skin, twenty; your hair, eighteen; and your figure, twenty-five."
"Oh, you flatterer!" she gushed.
"Hey, wait a minute!" Denny interrupted, "I haven't added them up yet."
