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Thursday, December 13, 2012


They say one man's trash is another man's treasure.

I found a few other variations:

  • One woman's trash is another woman's boyfriend.  (Laura Ruby, novelist)
  • One man's vulgarity is another man's lyric.  (Supreme Court Justice John M. Harland II)
  • One man's saliva is another man's mousse.  (Charlie Sheen in Two and a Half Men)
  • But one man’s caution is another man’s passivity and inaction.  (Michael A. Walsh in the New York Post)
  • One man's remorse is another man's reminiscence.  (Ogden Nash)
  • One man's theology is a another man's belly laugh.  (Robert A. Heinlein, sci-fi writer)
  • One woman's tramp stamp is another woman's declaration of undying love.  (Alexis Munier in The Little Red Book of Very Dirty Words)
Well, I don't have a cute little way of saying it, but:

One person's super annoying singing elf doll is another person's chance to hear her three year old sing at Christmas.  And yes - all elf singing is also accompanied by a mad dash around the nearby furniture.


Sarah said...

Ha! While wrangling backstage by pushing play to the classic Rudolph on my laptop, tonight, Alex proudly proclaimed that he had an elf at home that sang the very song on the movie. Now I know just what he is referring to!
Pretty good way to wear out a kid and help promote the vocals, I'd say.