LIFESTYLE BLOG

My mommy is a prissy, prissy poo. You know, the type that you can't imagine burping, even as an infant, when burping is fashionable, or at least expected. She is the type that would never laugh loudly enough in a restaurant to be heard by guests sitting in an adjoining booth. She knows all the rules for proper etiquette and uses them religiously. In comparison to me, mom probably surpasses perfection.