I’d just like to point out that, to my recollection, we used to be able to live our lives well without anyone using the expression “At the end of the day…”
Thank you.
That is all.
Oh, please. What’s the point in this lachrymose elitism? At the end of the day, words are words.
He said lachrymose elitism…heh-heh…
In defense, though, there really is a big difference between the beginning of the day and the end o’ it, especially on Friday, as in RIGHT NOW!!!
At the end of the day, I want to go home and find a cool one, put up me feet and wax lachrymose elitist thoughts…
Oooohh, Weekender! I love your info-mercial, but my wife says I already have too many instruments. And she wonders why I’m lachrymose! 
I’m lachrymose intolerant.
We got tired of “when all is said and done.”
It is high time we come up with a new idiomatic expression for that wrapping things up feeling…
Like…
“…when your horse dies and your pants wear out…”
better yet…you guys think of some.
And…the point being…
Slan,
D.
I have to say that I try to avoid clichés to be honest, as things stand. It’s my bottom line.
Steve and I are on the same page on this one.
Oh Gahd - one of my favourites! 
When our grandparents said, ‘At the end of the day,’ they meant right before bed, which was around 9:30.
‘on the ground’ is the one that irritates me. You can’t hear a news report about Iraq without hearing that one. Though I haven’t heard it much lately. The election and the NY governor have pre-empted a lot of war reporting lately.
Remember when we used to ‘interface’ with one another? Used to hear that from corporate-wannabe types.
Tony
Don’t emote about it so! You’ll only end up obsessing…
Interface, you say?
By my word, it was part and parcel of the paradigm shift.
–James
Oh, you mean when they’re reporting from “the theater”? (I LOVE the theater! Everyone looks mahvelous! Break a leg!).
Anyway, for me the buck stops here. No more new phrases. We need to standardize on the ones we’ve already got, and make hay while the sun still shines. Do that, and Bob’s your monkey’s uncle.
Man, y’all’re as hard strapped for cliches as a 2-bit yodeler with a head cold!
Going forward, especially when push comes to shove, I know it’s the end of the day when the fat lady sings. That’s my benchmark. She ticks all the boxes, which is quite an achievement when you’re thinking outside the square.
At the end of the day . . .
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CxZoUARPsFc
Moving swiftly on…
This thread got away from us. We should have nipped it in the bud.