Who let the cat into the bag?
It’s always darkest after you turn the lights off.
It is better to light one flashlight than to curse the coffee table you just stubbed your toe on.
Don’t judge another person until you have walked a mile in his shoes. Then you will know why he is such a bastard – his shoes are too tight.
A bird in the hand is probably shitting all over your arm.
An iPhone in the hand is worth two of your old cell phones in the kitchen drawer.
Early to bed and early to rise make a man miss all the late-night television.
A hair of the dog that bit you is a pretty silly thing to try to take from a dog that bites.
Five dollar bill wise and $500 bill foolish.
The early bird catches the special at the diner.
Don’t let the sun set on your interpersonal relationship struggle.
And remember when life gives you lemons . . . you’re stuck with a bag full of crappy lemons.
I would hate to miss late night television. That’s why I never go to bed early.
Late night people are the salt of the earth.
Don’t judge a person until you check out their Facebook page.
Hehe! I didn’t think of that. Good one!
That little guy knows to think outside the box, but inside the bag!
In this case, the little guy is a little girl. That’s my cat, Harmony. Paper bags are an automatic invitation to explore what’s (not) inside. 😀
Whoever let the cat in the bag has an obligation to reverse such a hideous deed. It’s not right I tells ye!
Haha! What if the cat puts HERSELF in the bag? Does she then have an obligation to get herself out of it?