The old family motto came from a comment by my mother:
We’re not crazy; we’re just mean.
Too true. But since I’ve either disowned my family or been disowned by them (and good riddance either way), I want a new motto. Today, in a text to my wife, I may have hit upon it.
If I’m going to be a fluffy pink poodle with purple sequins, I’m going to do it the right way.
Context might help you understand it, but why worry about that? Should probably make it first person plural, though….