He swept the rug under the carpet.
She's burning the midnight oil at both ends.
It was so cold last night I had to throw another blanket on the fire.
It's time to step up to the plate and cut the mustard.
She's robbing Peter to pay the piper.
He's up a tree without a paddle.
Beware my friend...you are skating on hot water.
Keep your ear to the grindstone.
Sometimes you've gotta stick your neck out on a limb.
Some people sail through life on a bed of roses like a knife slicing through butter.
- "friends and survivors" of Calvin College English department q.marsha1945@AUSTIN.RR.COM uga2009Sep13
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment