Thanks Bobbi

The majority of my co-workers staff has spent the morning cleaning out Bobbi's office. I don't really want to be back there, so I'm really grateful I have to stay at the front desk.

They've been bringing up the things they've found as they clean out the cabinets and desk drawers, and it's been really entertaining, aside from nostalgic, to investigate things that they're finding.

Never underestimate the intelligence of a mother.

John invited his mother over for dinner. During the course of the meal, his mother couldn't help but noticing how beautiful John's roommate was.

She had long been suspicious of a relationship between John and his roommate, and this had only made her more curious. Over the course of the evening, while watching the two react, she started to wonder if there was more between John and his roommate than met the eye.

Reading his mom's thoughts, John volunteered, "I know what you must be thinking, but I assure you that Julie and I are just roommates."

About a week later, Julie came to John saying, "Ever since your mother came to dinner, I've been unable to find the beautiful silver gravy ladle. You don't suppose she took it, do you?"

John said, "Well, I doubt it, but I'll write her a letter just to be sure." So he sat down and wrote:
"Dear Mother, I'm not saying that you did take the gravy ladle from my house, I'm not saying that you did not take the gravy ladle. 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, which read:
"Dear Son, I'm not saying that you do sleep with Julie, and I'm not saying that you do not sleep with Julie. But the face remains that if she was sleeping in her own bed, she would have found the gravy ladle by now.

Love, Mom"

And that's why we love Bobbi.