07/24/00

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."