A friend of mine loves to underscore her points with popular adages. Unfortunately, there's nothing worse than angrily saying something like "oooooh! you really are a piece of cake!!!" mid-argument--especially since having your sparring partner crumple in a fit of laughter wasn't your goal.
"I'm either a piece of work, or I take the cake." he quipped, struggling for composure. "I am not now, nor will I ever be... pastry."
Just yesterday, it was "Well I didn't just wake up off a pickup truck!"
"Oh, you know what I mean... wake up and smell the roses. I wasn't born in a henhouse." she harrumphed.
At this point it seems futile to try to untangle it all--turnips, coffee and foxes are jockeying for position like a pack of colts.
...and actually, I kindof like the idea of my wakeup call being rose scented. I've never been much of a coffee drinker.