Month Eight: Etiquette

This past month Chris and I attended an etiquette dinner. I learned that I cut meat like a barbarian and Chris learned that he improperly shakes his pink sugar packets before sweetening his tea. Luckily, we both have a good sense of humor about all those rules, and as a result they have become useful fodder during dinner. We laugh as we take bites much too large, speak with mouths full of food, and switch between American and continental style mid-meal. Maybe all those rules have had the opposite effect intended; rather than improving our dining etiquette we purposefully make mistakes for fun.