Some people grow old gracefully, while others fight and scratch the whole way.
After a lengthy sitting before the mirror applying the “miracle” products, she asks her husband – “Darling, honestly, if you didn’t know me, what age would you say I am?”
Looking over her carefully, Andy replied,…
“Judging from your skin, twenty; your hair, eighteen; and your figure, twenty five.”
“Oh, you flatterer!” she gushed. Just as she was about to tell Andy his reward, he stops her by saying…
“WHOA, hold on there sweety!” Andy interrupted.
“I haven’t added them up yet!”