|Is that the peck of pickled peppers |
that Peter Piper picked?
Note: I'm just saying.
Consequently, I am never really sure if a bird in the hand is worth beating around the bush.
I am speaking of a genetic anomaly, really. Mom used to say some really strange things, but that could have just been the seven kids taking a sad toll, yes. Nonetheless, the charming tendency to botch sayings seems to have been passed to a new generation. My offspring.
I am talking to The Daughter who is traveling in a foreign country, New Mexico, and reflecting upon the adventure.
We chat and she advises me that she just returned from dinner with a colleague who wished merely to pick her ear about work stuff.
Pick her ear? Pick her ear?
There are many body parts to pick, most of them unattractive yes. And some body parts are more entertaining than others, oh yes. I assume that colleagues are more likely to pick another's brain than another's ear, but I also suppose picking another's ear beats picking another's nose or ample behind, if you know what I mean and I think you do.
And feel free to pick a peck of pickled peppers, but please wash your hands first. Who knows where those hands have been.