We just got back from a very long road trip to Arkansas. 12 hours one way.
Matt couldn’t go with us, but since we were heading to a family reunion, my Uncle Kenny drove with us, making the trip a million times easier for me. The boys were perfect travelers. We all had an awesome time visiting with everyone. The boys played with cousins until the cows came home.
Until the cows came home…really Laura? First I was flying by the seat of my pants, and now the cows are coming home. Where did they head off to in the first place? Do they have a curfew? What will they do if they get lost? Do they have a GPS system?
Some clichés make sense to me. Flat as a pancake? I get that. Actions speak louder than words? Yes indeed they do. My kids prove it to me daily when they act in an unbecoming way that no doubt they learned from me. Ugh.
But really, some of these phrases completely drive me nuts (batty, bonkers, up a wall). I mean, have you ever wondered what hog heaven must be like? It sounds muddy to me, no bones about it.
I’ve never had any ducks, but I can’t imagine getting them into a row would be very easy. And how happy are clams anyway? Do you suppose they are as happy as a lark?
I feel like if I were to literally keep my nose to the grindstone I’d be pretty limited in what I can accomplish during the day. After all, I’m usually busier than a one armed paper hanger. This is why there actually have been days that I have cried over spilled milk. I couldn’t help it.
I’ve never had any money burn a hole in my pocket, for which I am grateful as that may be more painful than being on pins and needles. And besides, a penny saved is a penny earned. Money doesn’t grow on trees, however I do feel like I’m rolling in the dough, what with all the bread I have to make around here to keep up with these kids who can eat like a horse.
I do tend to joke around a lot, but count on me to never to pull your leg or step on your toes. Neither will I let your cat out of the bag. Hey, if you want to keep your cat in a bag, that is where it should be, although I have no earthly idea why. Then again, I’ve never walked in your shoes.
Sometimes you’ve got to take a bull by the horns, but you can’t squeeze the blood out of a turnip. And that is the whole kit and kaboodle.
Know any more great clichés? Go ahead and share…until the cows come home. I’m all ears.
