Mrs. Ravioli comes to visit her son Antonio for dinner.
He lives with a female room-mate, Maria.
During the course of the meal, his mother couldn’t help but notice how pretty Antonio’s room-mate is.
Over the course of the evening, while watching the two interact, she started to wonder if there was more between Antonio and his room-mate than met the eye.
Reading his mom’s thoughts, Antonio volunteered, “I know what you must be thinking, but I assure you, Maria and I are just room-mates.”
About a week later, Maria came to Antonio 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:
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
Several days later, Antonio received a response email from his MaMa which read:
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
Brighid send the tale for this week.