First, today is Tipper’s Gothcha Day. Three years ago today, a kitten named Q-Tip came to live with us, and changed his name to Tipper Allen, more formally known as Tipper, Lord Snowbottom.
Happy Gotcha Day, Tip-Top!
Okay, so the other day, Charlie used an expression I’d never heard before:
That’s a new wrinkle on the horn.
I’d heard That’s a new wrinkle, but I’d never heard the location of it. On the horn. What horn? The only horn I know is the telephone. (Get on the horn and order this from the pharmacy.)
But, no! I had to look it up, and it turns out that “they” say you can tell how old a cow is by counting the wrinkles on her horn; “they” say she gets her first wrinkle at three years, and another every year after that.
So a new wrinkle on the horn came to mean maturation, or a new piece of knowledge, or something surprising and astonishing that expands your experience.
That was a new wrinkle on my horn. Thanks, Charlie!
This post is part of Linda G. Hills weekly blog hop, One-Liner Wednesday. If you have a one-liner or just like them, follow the link.
WRITING PROMPT FROM ME TO YOU: Write about somebody getting a new wrinkle on their horn.