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

"Oh, you flatterer!" she gushed. 

"Hey, wait a minute!" Mickey interrupted. 
"I haven't added them up yet."