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Phrases of the (Satur)Day No. 1

Who left the gate open?
Said when someone has left the pasture gate open, and all the cows are streaming out. My father used to say this at intersections in heavy traffic. I find myself saying that while waiting to turn left at a certain stop sign not far from my house.

He wasn't raised, he was jerked up by the hair of the head.
Follows the phrase "who raised him, anyway?" which is said when someone is misbehaving. My mother added the "jerked up" tag years ago. It comes to mind when I wait outside the high school to pick up my daughter.

They're in tall cotton.
Said to describe someone with money. I suppose that in central Ohio, using the metaphor of corn would be more appropriate. "They're in tall corn." No, I think I prefer cotton.

Let's put some lipstick on this pig.
What is done to make something that is otherwise unappealing appear to be desirable, like sticking a sprig of parsley on a big bowl of tuna noodle casserole covered with smashed potato chips.

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