This has been around for a while but for those of you who havent seen it heres the story of the silver gravy ladle:

John invited his mother over for dinner. During the meal, Mom couldnt help noticing how attractive and shapely the housekeeper was. She wondered if there was more going on than met the eye. John told her, I know what you must be thinking, Mom, but I assure you, my relationship with my housekeeper is purely professional.

A week later, the housekeeper told John, Ever since your mother came to dinner, Ive been unable to find the beautiful silver gravy ladle. You dont suppose she took it, do you? So John sent his mother a letter that read, Dear Mother: Im not saying you did take the gravy ladle, and Im not saying you didnt, but the fact remains that one has been missing ever since you were here for dinner.

Several days later, John received a letter from his mother that said, Dear Son: Im not saying you sleep with your housekeeper, nor am I saying you dont. But the fact remains that if she were sleeping in her own bed, she would have found the gravy ladle by now. Love, Mom.

-- Debra (ILaughed@ICried.com), July 09, 2000

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The moral of the story: Keep relatives the hell out of your house if you know what's good for you.

-- Bingo1 (howe9@shentel.net), July 09, 2000.