Makeup

[Seafood]

Harold'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, Harold replied, 'Judging from your skin, twenty; your hair, eighteen; and your figure, twenty five.'

'Oh, you flatterer!' she gushed.

'Hey, wait a minute!' Harold interrupted.

'I haven't added them up yet.'