‘By the skin of my teeth’ floated through my so-called mind this morning as I pondered how on earth my existential reality is managing ever snce the writers’ strike obliterated my income.
Where did this phrase come from?
The old testament. Job 19:20 to be exact. “My bone cleaveth to my skin and to my flesh, and I am escaped with the skin of my teeth.”
Eeeeeeeeeeeh.
A little less dramatic, with a soul chuckle….as a girl, the phrase ‘making ends meet’ was bandied about, but I heard it as ‘making endsmeat’….and I pictured liverwurst…..or bologna….pummeling, rolling and mushing, and completely accepted this.
One day, out of the blue (and fog) , in my TWENTIES I realized what was what.
Haha. Language.