Hey -- it's going to take me a few days to RECOVER from Christmas. I'll get there...and in the meantime, John forwarded this to me. He's Italian...and this reminded him of his own mother...
An Italian
MaMa
Mrs. Ravioli comes to visit her son
Anthony for dinner.
He lives with a female roommate,
Maria.
During the course
of the meal, his mother couldn't help but notice how pretty Anthony's roommate
is.
Over the course
of the evening, while watching the two interact, she started to wonder if
there was more between Anthony and his roommate than met the
eye.
Reading his mom's thoughts, Anthony
volunteered, "I know what you must be thinking, but I assure you, Maria and I
are just roommates.''
About a week later, Maria came to
Anthony saying, "Ever since your mother came to dinner, I've been unable to
find the silver sugar bowl.
You don't suppose she took it, do
you?"
"Well, I doubt it, but I'll email her,
just to be sure."
So he sat down and wrote an
email:
Dear
MaMa,
I'm not saying that you "did" take the
sugar bowl from my house ; I'm not saying that you "did not" take
it.
But the fact remains that it has been
missing ever since you were here for dinner.
Your Loving Son
Anthony
Several days later, Anthony received a
response email from his MaMa which read:
Dear son,
I'm not saying that you "do" sleep with
Maria, and I'm not saying that you "do not" sleep with
her.
But the fact remains that if she was
sleeping in her OWN bed, she would have found the sugar bowl by
now.
Your Loving MaMa
Moral:
Never Bulla Shita you
MaMa
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For my fitness report: I only get on the scale once a week. Monday is that day. I weighed 274.6.