I adore language. I love that scribbles on a piece of paper can convey meaning, and I delight in the experience of hearing spoken words. I appreciate how vocabulary can elicit feelings and emotions, and I treasure how text can do so many different, amazing things.
I just love language.
And when language is witty, well-crafted, and new to me, all the better.
Earlier this week I was in a meeting where a speaker shared three different snippets of language that just tickled me. Today I was reminded of one of them; and I got to smile all over again. Here they are, for your enjoyment:
1) “Unless it’s raining razor blades and bocce balls, the game will go on.”
2) “My 7-year-old son has arms of linguine, and yet he can carry his own gear.”
3) “Let’s not act like Jello and simply fill the mold.”
Even writing these now, I’m grinning. I love it.