The weather’s gotten a wee bit snappy in these parts, in your neck o’ the woods. But not too chilly yet to sit on the porch for a spell. Last evening, your friend, Elizabeth upped and said, “Well, I reckon it’s gotten cold enough to kill a hog.”
“Excuse me?” you leaned in closer in case you’d gone deef, as Mama used to say.
“Oh–well my uncle used to say that when it started to get cold,” she said, simply.
Southerners have always been wordsmiths extraordinaire. But y’all need to revive these adages, because they are quickly goin’ by the wayside:
Honey, she was always barkin’ up the wrong tree.
He was caught with his pants down,
and furthermore, he just. didn’t. cut. the. mustard.
That bug was deader than a doornail.
Don’t just sit there like a bump on a log.
Don’t bite off more than you can chew.
Don’t count your chickens before they hatch.
Don’t put your eggs all in one basket. (this is quite a popular one in your own household)
Well, he’s just dumber than a sack of hammers…
…but I could just eat him up with a spoon.
Well, she just pure-tee flew off the handle.
He got the short end of the stick,
And then he went hog wild.
Then he went at it whole hog. (There seem to be several concerning bugs, dogs, hogs, horses and barns. Sort of a farm theme, if you will)
Sugar, they got on like a house afire.
He always goes around his elbow to get to his thumb. (as mama often described an uncle)
Great day in the morning, great scott, and good night. Heavens to Betsy, and Oh.my.word. (You have never heard a Gen X’er say one of these; nary a one. Goodness, gracious)
I’m going to have a fit and fall in it.
I’m gonna lick the tar out of you,
But I love the stuffin’ out of you.
He’s nothing but a Johnny Come Lately.
Truth be told, I’ve been running around all day like a chicken with my head cut off.
You scared the living daylights out of me.
There’s more fried chicken than you could shake a stick at.
Long story short, our cousin has gone and gotten as big as a barn.
Well, I wouldn’t do that to save my neck. (this saying alarmed a young, northern acquaintance one day, as she thought you’d had neck surgery)
It’ll only take two shakes of a lamb’s tail. (as she’d whip up a delicious breakfast of eggs, sausage and biscuits)
Katy bar the door, there’s trouble up yonder. So if you ever hear any Gen X’ers and so forth making these utterances, please thank them from the bottom of your heart. They have a lonnnnnng road to hoe…