Miss Fancy Pants, in her own words

Evidently, some mother wrote to her future daughter-in-law some scathing words about manners, the future bride’s father got involved, and the next thing you know the world knows. Here’s the original letter that got the kerfuffle feathers shaking.

My suggestion is that, instead of getting together over a beer as our President did one time, you two get together at a soccer match so you can yell at one another and the rest of us won’t hear. Bring your own vuvuzelas. Kiss and make up, and be all proper about it. And no more of those civil British put downs.