I probably over think things, but I got musing about all the really stupid cliches that make up so much of our conversation. For instance . . .
It’s a walk in the park. Is that Central, Gorky or Jurassic Park?
I wouldn’t touch it with a ten-foot pole. How ’bout an 11-foot pole?
The early bird gets the worm. So worms . . . sleep til noon!
Love means you never have to say you’re sorry. I bet whoever said that is home alone on Friday nights!
Its not worth a hill of beans. Actually soybeans are selling at $9.12 a bushel here in Corn Borer. So, assuming that the hill is made up of several hundred bushels . . .
If you can’t take the heat, get out of the kitchen. I think there are other options: cook naked, buy an air conditioner, stop by KFC on the way home . . .
I’m going to give you a piece of my mind! Are you sure you can spare even one piece?
Always look on the bright side. But never stare at a welding torch.
It’s the best thing since sliced bread. What are you, Amish? What about personal computers, the Internet, the iPhone 6 . . . ?!
You can’t have your cake and eat it too. Eat it! Who wants stale cake?
The handwriting is on the wall. Yep, someone has a two-year old!
If you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all.
Love is blind. And often deaf and dumb.
Necessity is the mother of invention. But laziness is the father.
People who live in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones. And they should probably get dressed in the basement.
Walk in another mans shoes. If I wanted to do that, I’d go bowling!
Not for all the tea in China. But perhaps, for all the sneakers.
Nothing to write home about. True, but enough to fill up today’s post! Have a creative, cliche-free day.
Copyright 2006, 2014 James N. Watkins