I've never been at a loss for words. The only trouble is, they're usually not mine unless they're a reaction in the spur of the moment. Like when old lady Patsy Gubbers grabbed me in the confessional, rudely restrained me while at the same time waving my paw at Father Will.
"Put me down, you scrawny old bag!" I said. Of course, she doesn't understand me which is good. She'd be offended, but then forget all about it. Will is the only one who understands what I say which cracks him up.
I overhear sayings like this which are kinda cool - but for me, confusing:
So when does past begin? Oh, and then there's the expression "ancient history." Uh-oh. I'm over-thinking again.
The housekeeper collects quotes and sayings, so there's always a bunch of them.
There are some I remember and others I'm glad to forget.
There's one little saying which I heard and happily remember but never shared with anybody since I heard it before I became a man of the cloth. Would you like to know what it is?
It's a little on the romantic side. Let's see if I remember how it goes:
"I ran up the door, opened the stairs, said my pajamas and put on my prayers,
turned off my bed, tumbled into my light
And all because he kissed me good night."
Isn't that sweet? I truly am a softie.
Do you have anything you want to share? If not, that's ok. Just give me a howdy!