Since I was out of pocket on Thursday, I decided to share a Southernism on Saturday.
I grew up with country folks. They wuz all from a little hamlet about 35-40 miles from where I is living now in Little Rock. My great-granpappy on my mother’s side and my grandpappy on my Daddy’s side was both farmers, living off the land. I’m sure there were more farmers in the family than those two. And I’m purty sure they all had chickens. Even we had chickens when I wuz being raised up. I got to keep the money from selling the extra eggs. Wooowhooo.
So today’s colloquial offering goes something like this:
It’s been sleetin’ so hard out there, them roads is slicker than a floored henhouse.
Now I don’t know if you’ve ever encountered chicken sh*t, but that stuff is slick.
You are now enlightened.