Short of success, too far out of scope, underperforming, overachieving, catching drifts, and thinking out of boxes. We have chips on our shoulders, we beat around bushes, and bark up incorrect trees. Notice that as we beat around the bush, we barked up the wrong tree. Therefore, we’re back to square one. So let’s cut to the chase, break the ice, and throw babies out of bathwaters. We try to go the whole 9 yard, we get oh so close but no cigar. There’s rules of thumb, beans spilling, bubbles bursting, people crying over spilt milk, and cats getting tongues. We eat humble pie, give the cold shoulder, butter up, and bite the bullet. Don’t bite too hard, you might give me the willies. I didn’t know willies can be given. Who spilled the milk? I sure didn’t. But don’t you go and trust the boy that cried wolf. She’s a dime a dozen, a perfect catch, yet ultimately your everyday whore. Hence, you’re everyday phrases. I don’t mean to bust your chops, grab the wrong end of a stick, or act nitty gritty but I must ask, Did the turkey go cold? Did the bucket get kicked? Or was it more than you can shake a stick? I did not wear my false colors; instead I decided to wear my true ones. I did not sleep lose; instead I decided to sleep tight. It’s too bad I woke up on the wrong side of the bed. But then I went to school. Oh lousy school, why do you exist? But then ring, ring, ring…. I was saved by the bell. Then I went home. On my walk, I noticed something bizarre. It was raining cats and dogs. I saw one feline creature, lying in the dirt filled with blood. Its eyes were shut, and its body was as motionless and emotionless as the cold turkey from before. I screamed, I DID NOT KILL THE CAT, CURIOSITY DID. But remember, don’t you trust the boy that cried wolf. Now, I’m just beating a dead horse.