no grace before meals. but of all things that i was raised to believe were important, it's table manners that i have the hardest time letting go of.
discussing it with my brother the other day, i discovered he has the same problem. we were laughing about how much it drives us absolutely bonkers when someone reaches across a table for something instead of asking us to pass it to them, or serves themselves without passing the dish along or offering to serve everyone else first. and my brother and i had the same question for the world: why on earth do manners matter, anyway?! ever since moving away from home, 