"Well hell's bells" precedes some very important statement, to be ended with, "by jingy!"
Rolling over some of the stand/stool definitions. :floorlaugh:
I stand up from the table; I crawl up when I have to sit on a stool; I brush my teeth at the "lava-tory."
When I have to refer to that room with the toilet, I have to use the little girl's room; unless I'm asking my grandson if he needs to use the "little boy's room."
I sit on a couch, but not in my swimsuit; it rains buckets (along with cats n' dogs); I have friends who wear long-hannels.
I shop at the grocery store, where my food is put in sacks; I pay for the groceries with money/plastic out of my wallet, which is stored in my purse.
Is there anything other than "sweet" tea? Is there really?
The closest my very-Southern-Baptist "Ga'Ma" came to cussin' was to say, "Oh...my...stahs!" She never left our house that she didn't whisper to my mother, "Do you need any t.p.?" AND
She referred to a "lady's private parts" as their neighborhood, as in, "Mytee...if you are in a crowded car and MUST sit on a gentleman's lap, put a phone book between you so he can't feel your "neighborhood." (When the show "Mr. Rogers' Neighborhood first came on, my sister and I rolled, wondering just how confused THAT would make "Ga'Ma.") Oh...and unless you were married, the only proper gift for a young lady to give to a gentleman was an a)umbrella or a b) hankerchief!