I have never laid claim to the adjective 'proper' when referring to
myself. Truly, oft times I take pride in the barbaric and bohemian,
and mine own lowly pedigree. Golly what freedom.

It's Lady Prisspott we have to guard carefully, lest she fall into a
snare of her own perfection.

Sometimes I think the punctilious
(look it up -- it's on my word-a-day toilet paper)
would just have to stand stock still for fear of crossing the line
of propriety with the slightest of slip of a word, gesture, glance
or arched eyebrow.

But then, frozen, how could they send thank you cards in response to
the polite inquiries regarding their health?

> Sometimes I think the punctilious
> (look it up -- it's on my word-a-day toilet paper)
> would just have to stand stock still for fear of crossing the line
> of propriety with the slightest of slip of a word, gesture, glance
> or arched eyebrow.
>
Pish-tosh my dearest pompously prolix Poison Ivy. Were you
consanguinous with someone of her Ladyship's high breeding you would
realize that propriety is innate. One can effortlessly conduct
themselves through a gracious life fearless of the foibles of those
for whom etiquette and propriety are a life's study. And, should one
falter there are certain elements of society who can "erase" all trace
of indiscretion. You may possibly be aware that many blue-bloods can
trace lineage to the Medici who originated the concept of the "amici
di amici" or friends of friends. Quin etiam, I had a lovely
conversation with dear cousin Guido about you just today.

Do take care dear Ivy,
LP