That’s a New One on Me #1LinerWeds

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.

Then, he had a black streak in his fur.
Now, he doesn’t!

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. Hill’s 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.

MA

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One thought on “That’s a New One on Me #1LinerWeds

  1. Susan

    January 29, 2020 at 10:16am

    That’s new to me, too — and I grew up on a cattle ranch. Our cows didn’t have horns, though.

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  2. joey

    January 31, 2020 at 9:00pm

    My white kitty also had a gray stripe on her head when she was kitten, all gone now. Of course, the children, no one will admit who, have given her some, achem, festive mohawk dos with sharpies and the like…
    Clara was called Angel when we took her home. We thought that was too on-the-nose <3

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      Marian Allen

      February 1, 2020 at 7:48am

      The Disappearing Stripe must be A Thing, then. #4, whom you call Amazing, did wet her hands and make that stripe stick up in a Mohawk. Tipper was not best pleased, but he’s too sweet to object painfully. I think he was relieved when the stripe disappeared, though.

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