The other day I wore a button-up shirt. And then I remembered when I was 5 and HATED wearing those, especially when you made me tuck it in. And then I realized present time, how much cuter tucking in a button-uo makes you look.
And then I put my hair behind my ears and thought, "Why am I not throwing a tantrum?...and I surely miss my mother."
Remember when I was 6 and we had those "Etiquette Nights" and when I thought I had graduated you took me to that uber-fancy fish restaurant in the Bay Area...and then I threw the red beet across the table and it landed on the white linen table cloth. I distinctly recall having the thought. "I don't like beets. This can't be on my plate. It's touching my lettuce." And then I flung it away...ohh you were not so very happy with me.
Well to make it up, I have begun holding "etiquette nights" on Sundays. I place all my silverware on the proper sides, tuck the knife blade under the plate, make sure the glass is placed appropriately...and while thinking this all looks lop-sided I can't stand it... I lay it all out and we enjoy having a veryyyy classy-yet-casual meal together.
I attached photos for proof of my progress. I hope you enjoy = )
*friends. ...and pinkies.
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