Laura was telling a story, and she ended with, “It was more fun than a barrel of blasters.”

I registered her intent, but my verbal receptors didn’t quite parse her syntax.   I thought for a moment.  There was something wrong.  Then a smile formed on my lips, “I think you mean a ‘barrel of monkeys’ or ‘had a blast.'”

She had already collapsed into a puddle of giggles.

“You are too funny, my love, you and your mixed metaphors.”