Some people grow old gracefully, while others fight and scratch the whole way.

Andy's wife, refusing to give in to growing old, goes out and buys 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 asks her husband, "Darling, honestly, if you didn't know me, what age would you say I am?".

Looking over her carefully, Andy replies, "Judging from your skin, twenty, your hair, eighteen and your figure, twenty-five."

"Oh, you flatterer!", she gushes, "That's so nice of you to say that!"

"Whoa, hold on there sweetie!", Andy interrupts. "I haven't added them up yet!"