I am killing time while a contractor is fixing the fence, what better time is there for blogging?
In times like these, what better bromide is there than hackneyed old adages?
Ah one, ah two, and here we go!
It’s the end of the world as we know it, I feel fine.
The hens have come home to roost.
Bears make money, bulls make money, and pigs get slaughtered.
If you can’t see the patsy sitting at the table, it’s you.
Poop rolls downhill.
Neither borrower nor lender be.
If it’s too good to be true, it isn’t true.
The mule’s second kick teaches you nothing.
When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro.
That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.
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