so an expression i'm thinking about is "to wear one's heart on one's sleeve."
for the longest time i didn't even get what that one meant. and now that i know, it still strikes me as a very odd way of saying that.
and i wonder whether i wear my heart on mine.
i think many people who know me would say i do, and might be surprised (maybe even aghast) to see me say i sometimes wish i did it more.
there's a good poem over in greatpoets today taking as its stepping-off point the "this little piggie" nursery rhyme.
and now, here's a frame from huckabees that appeared on my screensaver a few minutes ago & pleased me muchly (i'm calling it "boys post bonk," but it's the ball bonk, not the---wait, it's the bonk of the big red rubber ball, not the other kind of bonk [or ball]):