My husband is one of those people who knows everything.
Not in a douchey “I’m a know-it-all” kind of way, he’s just got one of those amazing brains which stores an unfathomable amount of stuff. Couple that with an overactive thirst for knowledge and he knows a lot. He’s the kind of guy you want on your team at a pub quiz.
So, the other day, he was doing some reading about various different philosophies relating to anger and he came across the phrase “collecting straws”.
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