Dances with Idioms

I am a procrastinator who can’t wait to get started.

I am violently passive aggressive.

I am a painfully shy exhibitionist–a voyeur who is determined to make you look.

Call me crazy, but I do the same things over and over again and expect different results.

I watch pots and–guess what?–eventually they boil anyway.

I took the road less traveled and got lost. Wound up going in circles. By the time I figured out which way to go, the road less traveled had become thoroughly and repeatedly traveled. Damn road totally lost its cachet.

I refuse to let sleeping dogs lie. If I see a sleeping dog, I wake him up. (But I give him a cookie…)

I cry over spilled milk. But once I get closure, I’m fine.

I like to bite off more than I can chew. Then I spit it out.

I am a back seat driver even when I am alone in the car. Of course I use the driver’s seat to actually drive, but I heckle myself during the whole trip.

Not only do I not fix it if it ain’t broke–I don’t fix it if it is broke. I just throw it away.

I toot my own horn. (I’d toot someone else’s horn but I don’t know where that horn has been!)

I read between the lines because I love white noise.

I know the score, I just tend to forget it.

I cry wolf a lot. No one believes me, but I get a kick out of it.

Tags: idioms, random