So he shepherded them according to the integrity of his heart, and guided them with his skillful hands.
As I got ready to leave for Commonside this morning, a random thought popped into my head:
If wishes were fishes…
only the conclusion to it came to me as:
…beggars would ride.
Now I can’t, for the life of me, remember what the right way to say those two idioms is. Somebody help me out, please!
I learned last night one reason people hate Americans: they’re so loud! Some new students have moved into our wing of the 10th floor, and every night I’m about ready to throttle them. I would like to ask, nicely of course, if they need to shout about everything. And bang on doors like maniacs. And talk loudly when talking softly will do. I could literally transcribe their conversations from two rooms down, and that’s them talking normally and me with my door shut.