You can call me biscuit, but stay away from me with that darn butter!

There are some sayings that I run across that stick in my head.  One that has been banging around in there for weeks now is the lovely exclamation, “Well butter my butt and call me biscuit!” I don’t know where I recently heard it, but now when weird things happen I think, “Well butter my butt and call me biscuit!” Thank goodness I don’t say it out loud – I only think it – that is bad enough.

Every single time I think of the saying I have a flash of an image of myself in overalls in a Green Acres type of scene…it is mildly disturbing.  Not that I don’t like overalls – I love how comfortable they are.  I remember many decades ago going through a phase where I wore overalls all the time…until I realized how patently unflattering they were to my figure.  Short girls with junk in the trunk can’t really pull off that one piece look in the back well.

Ah, but I digress.  This saying – “Well butter my butt and call me biscuit!” – increasingly seems to be moving toward becoming an audible utterance.  My fear is that once I utter it the phrase will integrate itself fully into my vocabulary and I will be but a hop, skip and a jump from those overalls again.  The next thing you know I will have friends that are farm animals and I’ll be driving a tractor – and no one in rural America wants that…they do have standards to uphold after all and I am hardly rugged.

I cannot allow that phrase to infiltrate my vocabulary as we have already established that overalls are not flattering on me and I’d be dangerous on a tractor.  So, no matter what comes out of my mouth know that you can call me biscuit, but stay away from me with that darn butter! ;-)

Day five hundred and forty-eight of the new forty – obla di obla da

Ms. C

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I teach at NDSU...but I remain a student of life with all the enthusiasm that entails. My favorite saying is, "Sometimes you have to take the leap and build your wings on the way down." In the new forty that is what I am doing...building my wings.
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2 Responses to You can call me biscuit, but stay away from me with that darn butter!

  1. Diane T says:

    Cute article, but the butter is actually better for you than the biscuit. See information at weightandwellness.com and in book titled “Good Calories, Bad Calories.”

  2. Kevin says:

    call me wierd but, bib shorts are just plain sexy…..on a woman that is….with or without a shirt….maybe to many drives in a tractor put me there but they smoke….

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