1. I LOVE clichés. I do NOT like the definition: A phrase or opinion that is over used and betrays a lack of original thought. Psh. What does the dictionary know?
2. I made too much food last night. Way too much food. We'll be eating this stuff all week.
When Mark and I sat down to supper, I betrayed my lack of original thought when I said, "I made enough of this to feed Cox's Army!" Mark nodded as he stuffed a bite in his mouth. I then asked, "Who was Cox, anyway? And just how big WAS his army?"
Mark shrugged, swallowed, and said, "I don't know, but I bet you feel a blog post coming on."
Yup. He was right.
But, since I'm in scale back mode on the length of time I put into bogging, I decided to plead with you readers:
Will someone please look up Cox and tell us:
1. Who the heck he was.
2. When he lived.
3. In what country he resided.
4. How big his army was.
5. How come we refer to Cox's Army when we've made way too much food.
6. Any other interesting factoid you might have found in your research.
Thank you. I mean, REALLY! I need to know about this man, about this cliché. Not knowing is like a brain worm for me. It rattles around in my brain begging me to procrastinate by futzing around on the internet instead of thinking up 100 more possible scenes for my nano-novel. You'll be doing a great service.