The odds and ends

Possum Photo credit: Cody Pope

I’m halfway there. Halfway to 30 posts in 30 days. Halfway through #bloglikecrazy.

We’ve looked at umpteen idioms over the past couple of weeks, and I hope you’ve learned a few new ones, remembered some old ones, and had a few laughs along the way. I too have learned some new ones from your comments, and you’ve reminded me of a few that I’d forgotten. So today, let’s backtrack a little and fill in the odds and ends.

Here’s one that you’re not supposed to say, but I can guarantee you that I will just as soon as I get a chance: She’s so ugly she could snag lightning.

Then there came: She’s as ugly as homemade sin. That’s pretty darn ugly.

And another shared by a dear friend all the way from Spain, which just goes to show you that southerners aren’t the only ones who will talk about your looks: He’s so ugly his mama caressed him with a stick.

And one more about someone who’s gap-toothed: He parts his teeth down the middle.

And if you’re stingy you might squeeze a nickel until the buffalo bellows and the Indian screams.

Regarding the day after the election, a variation on winding one’s wristwatch: I don’t know whether to shit or go blind.

And I’m just going to whistle past the graveyard.

Could it be Satan? Yes, or maybe it’s just someone playing the Devil’s advocate.

It was said of a child born into an uncertain future: Ain’t never been a possum but what there was a persimmon for it.

About a promiscuous woman who found herself in the family way: When you fall in a briar patch, you don’t know which thorn stuck you the deepest.

And finally, regarding the end of life: She was knocking at death’s door and He’s deader than Dixie.

Keep ‘em coming!