You know from past posts that I collect quotations, mixed metaphors and malapropisms. It’s been ages since I updated my list. Here are some of the recent wonders I’ve had the pleasure of stumbling upon.
Book review on Amazon
Suddenly she sees the girl, now a rich, beautiful socialist (every thing Claire wants to be) and suddenly plots her revenge.
Etsy review
Packaged fairly well, arrived in a timely manor.
Facebook post
RIP in peace.
From a recording Ginna made in the 1980s with Rickey Henderson
All I’m asking for is what I want.
A friend of mine, in conversation
I just got a bee in my butt to make shoes.
Another friend, in conversation
I hope I’m not a hydro-chonderac.
I was telling this same person about a book that describes how birds got their names. S/he said…
I wonder why a roadrunner is named a roadrunner.
From a conversation with Cheryl, purveyor of outstanding mixed metaphors
Smell the way the wind is blowing.
Ginna, also an accidental master of mixed metaphors, writing to Molly
Beating around the bush muddies the waters.
Person on Anza-Borrego Desert State Park Facebook group
I think it’s an evasive plant.
Amazon reviewer
You can adjust the watts and suction from very powerful and down to very gentile.
Obituary notice on Facebook
[She] was in the struggle for the long-hall.
An Irish dance teacher posting on Facebook during Covid:
In lieu of the health warnings issued for the city of San Francisco, the Western US Region has advised we postpone the [competition] until a later time.
A Facebook acquaintance referring to Joe Biden’s first address to Congress
His presence was suburb.
From a morning news report on KVMR radio in Nevada City
She was caught back on [taken aback by] that.
A Chico assemblyman (gathered by Eleni)
I would like to see our counties all come together and stand up against what we think is a short-sided, one side fits all system.
A work email (gathered by Molly)
[Person’s name] has gratuitously agreed to walk-thru with us this project.
And finally, a memorable moment provided by my six-year-old grandson, Jesse, as he and Eleni discussed body parts.
Jesse: When Mama Ginna was born, did she have a vulva?
Eleni: Yes.
Jesse: Does she still have one?
Eleni: Yes.
Jesse: It’s an old vulva.
Before I go, an update: I continue to monitor the status of the Dixie Fire daily. For weeks it looked as though the Summit Lake area, where we were to camp, would escape it. All of a sudden, today’s map shows that might not be the case.
P.S. Thanks, Josh, for introducing me to the the ezgif.com animation website.
Heard in St. Thomas:”He didn’t know which side his butter was breaded on”.
And your sainted father, thanking a neighbor for teaching him how to make home brew: “Waldo, I owe you an eternal gret of datitude”.
“a rich, beautiful socialist (every thing Claire wants to be)” – ain’t that what we ALL want to be? Ha ha.