I was in Sephora the other day and the phrase kid in a candy store came to me, not because that’s how I felt, (more like an overwhelmed middle-aged woman in a bewildering cosmetic emporium) but because the cliche isn’t original and often not as descriptive as other options – there must be better metaphors that express unbridled job and expectation than a child on the verge of a diabetic coma.
So I have a couple options to consider.
She was a happy as a book club member armed with a year of reading and a 1,000 gift certificate to Powell’s Books.
He was as happy as an alcoholic at a free wine tasting
She was has happy as a Tech geek bearing forged credentials to CES
He was as happy as a backstage dresser for Victoria Secret lingerie show.
Happiness doesn’t always need to be compared to candy.
Happiness is, however, easily linked to chocolate.