The family I grew up in was not middle-class. My mother always claimed we were middle-class, but that was, if anything, wishful thinking.
For the most part, she was as aware as any of us of our actual circumstances, and as good-humored.
Whenever we did anything we thought typical of our status, like lay out paper napkins or drink out of emptied and washed jelly jars, one or another of us was sure to say:
Another day of gracious living.
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A WRITING PROMPT FROM ME TO YOU: What does your main character drink out of, for preference?