One of the things I missed about the South while I was gone, and will take with me if ever I leave, is the way with words only Southern folks have. Some of my favorites?
“She fell out the ugly tree and hit every branch on the way down.”
“He’s tight as wax.”
“I’m busy as a stump-tailed cow in fly time.”
“You look like you been rode hard and put up wet.”
“He was squealin’ like a stuck pig.”
I’ve traveled around the world, and I know my way around a dictionary, but when I step into my parents’ country church and start chewin’ the fat with Miss Eula(who, by the way, can pick a bushel of blueberries and whip up a pipin’ hot loaf of blueberry bread in no-time-flat), Simon can’t understand a single word I’m saying.
Some educated people speak French, some Spanish; I’m fluent in Country.
What’s your second language?