gather dust

out of turn

into thin air

along about

below the belt

an ugly duckling

swallow one's pride

be for the birds

short out

line up behind

whipping boy

apples and oranges

batten down the hatches

come out of the woodwork

as far as it goes

keep after

a double-edged sword

touch and go

as per usual

bare one's soul

under a cloud

white lie

as the crow flies

shy clear of

hit the mark

at a snail's pace

do a number on

touch up

at full stretch

thin on the ground

pull teeth

strike gold

at one with

off limits to

bite off more than A can chew

as the crow flies

be no picnic

walk on eggshells

cross swords with

at the back of one's mind