Being in the South...we say a lot of things that seem foreign to those who were not blessed to be born in this part of the world. We end a lot of statements with either of two phrases: "Bless your little heart" or "God love him/her". Both are meant to soften the truth.

Example:

Your best friend has a photo of her child. Ugly just can't begin to describe it. So you say, "Well, look at that! Bless his little heart." Much better than covering your mouth to stifle the scream building up in your throat.

Your neighbor tells you in detail about her husband's hemorrhoid operation. Instead of sticking your fingers in your ears and humming loudly, you just pat her arm and say soothingly, "Well God love him!".

We Say: We Mean:
Why that's lovely! Wouldn't have it, no way!

Give us a call. Gotta get my number changed!

What a bargin you got! Ha! They saw you comming!

you can't be that old! Yeah, add 10 years to that!

I must have the recipe. Grab the Mylanta...quickly.

Hell's bells...it is great to live in the South where we can tell people what we think and they think we are being oh so polite and sweet. It is a tallent. It is taught by example. We just can't help it!

I could never live up north. I'm sure there's some mighty fine folks there. I've even got some friends who are Yankees. I like them! We tease about our accents, what we call Cokes, the right way to pronounce Atlanta and Chattanooga. What a boring world this would be if we all talked and though exactly alike.

I'd love to hear some of the Blog Buddys speak. I've heard Cindy and Grumpy. Now there's two folks who are a hoot. I suspect Grumpy has Yankee tendencies, but Cindy is pure Southern.

Ya'll come back and read my blog again. Drop a little note if you want. Mz Scarlett is done writin' now and has to go make some sweet iced tea.

Lovin' the South....Bless your little heart!