I hate hanging on tenterhooks.
I said that out loud this morning. Does anyone say that anymore?
I do.
I might whip out a Sword of Damocles or hoist with one’s own petard from time to time, too.
I’m old.
And anachronistic.
And tired.
I hate hanging on tenterhooks.
I said that out loud this morning. Does anyone say that anymore?
I do.
I might whip out a Sword of Damocles or hoist with one’s own petard from time to time, too.
I’m old.
And anachronistic.
And tired.
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