The Southern way of phrasing things
By: Brenda Harrison
If you’ve grown up in the South, you’re heard all, or most, of the following sayings about people and life. You’ve probably said some of them yourself:
Bless your pea-pickin’ little heart!
Well butter my butt and call me a biscuit.
I feel like I’ve been chewed up and spit out.
He’s been rode hard and put up wet!
It is hotter than blue blazes.
If you can’t run with the big dogs, stay under the porch.
He’s about as useful as a screen door on a submarine.
She couldn’t carry a tune if she had a bucket with a lid on it.
You better give your heart to Jesus, ‘cause your butt is mine.
I’m gonna tan your hide.
She’s having a hissy fit. He’s having a duck fit. (A step above a hissy fit.)
I been running all over hell’s half acre.
I’m as busy as a one-legged cat in a sandbox.
She has her nose so high in the air she could drown in a rainstorm.
He thinks the sun comes up just to hear him crow.
He squeezes a quarter so tight the eagle screams.
I’m too poor to paint, too proud to whitewash.
I’m as poor as a church mouse.
I’m so poor I can’t afford to pay attention.
He’s as happy as if he had good sense.
Well that just dills my pickle.
She could make a preacher cuss!
If you don’t stop that crying, I’ll give you something to cry about!
She could start an argument in an empty house.
About lying: That dog won’t hunt. If his lips’s movin’, he’s lyin’. You’d call an alligator a lizard.
About stupidity: The porch light’s on, but no one’s home. He’s only got one oar in the water. He hasn’t got the sense God gave a goose.