What doesn’t kill you makes you decide that NEXT time, you are choosing checkers over chess when playing death for your life. Chess is just too stressful. Then again, checkers is very risky. Maybe a nice game of Parcheesi. (For fans of “The Seventh Seal”)
What usage came first for defining the word, shower? Is it the shower of a heavy rain or is it the shower that one takes after a long day’s work? Could it be the shower of good things coming to someone as in showering them with gifts? Then there’s a meteor shower.
I’m sorry, but these are the kinds of things that keep me up at night.
What doesn’t kill you makes you lay yourself down in a bed of roses…because a regular bed just isn’t good enough for you anymore.
What doesn’t kill you makes you want to hurl expletives. Hurling expletives would be even more fun if you could actually, physically throw them at someone.
A common, yet disappointing blemish which is usually the result of old age or a very interesting game among adults.
To get something done in a hurry or a note to remind you to post the word “haste” in your vocabulary list on your blog. It was written that way in my notes so I’m not sure what it was supposed to mean.
What doesn’t kill you makes you thrash about in the bottom of a boat wondering why, WHY, did you take the bait & get caught on that hook? This only applies if you are some kind of fish or like to ruminate on symbolic metaphors.
What doesn’t kill you makes you want to skip to my Lou, my darling. Who is this guy, Lou and what makes him so darling? Why in the world would anyone want to skip to him? Let’s just scratch this entry.
When your flabber’s been gasted. Whatever that means. Clearly, it’s shocking, hence the use of the word.
What doesn’t kill you makes you want to recapture your youth. Why your youth keeps managing to escape, I’ll never know.