He's "not the fizziest can in the six-pack." says one of the characters in The Mystery of Mercy Close: A Walsh Sister Novel by Marian Keyes.
I talked about Marian and how much I love her when I read the first book by her, Last Chance Saloon.*
I still love her and am thoroughly enjoying this book.
That is not our subject today my lovelies.
The subject is my silly, secret, even giggly amusement at the ways people convey that someone is slightly nutty.
"not the fizziest can in the six-pack" was a new one to me and I reread it 2 or 3 times, inwardly (and probably outwardly) grinning.
Grinning like a woman whose cheese has slipped off her cracker.
Hehehe. I love that one.
Here's some more that I like:
Her elevator doesn't go all the way to the penthouse.
He's from the shallow end of the gene pool.
She's about a half-bubble off plumb.
His lights are on but nobody is home.
She's rowing with only one paddle or only has one oar
in the water.
He has no tools
in his shed.
It's one thing to ride the little yellow bus, it's another to be the guy licking the windows.
She's a few ants short of a picnic.
He's spinning crop circles.
Other people drink from the fountain of knowledge but she just gargles.
He's crazy as a sack full of ferrets.
And for all you sewers out there:
Her sewing machine is out of thread.
What is your favorite way to say that someone is bonkers?
*The book I am currently reading is the 5th and final book in a series about the Walsh sisters:
1- Watermelon; 2- Rachel's Holiday; 3- Angels; 4- Anybody Out There?;
5- The Mystery of Mercy Close by Marian Keyes