I feel like I slept in the floor last night for what little time I actually slept. Around 1:00am this morning I ran across this in the June Reader's Digest and it reminded me of something my grandma used to say a lot.
Celia Rivenbark wrote:
A Southerner can get away with the most awful insult, just as long as it is accompanied by the words "Bless her heart" or "Bless his heart". As in, "She's so bucktoothed, she could eat an apple through a picket fence, bless her heart."
As long as the heart is sufficiently blessed, the insult can't be all that bad.
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