Not wishing to derail the thread, I have to mention as an aside that I got a kick out of "I swan!". It's an interesting idiom, primarily used in the South. I only occasionally hear it nowadays but in my younger days, it was used more frequently, along with "play pretty". Those regionalisms do take me back to what I think was a better time in America.
My dad always said well I swannee and sometimes said well I declare and my mother told me all the time to play pretty. I still grew up a total hellion. Now I drive my husband nutty, if he doesn’t answer or acknowledge what I have said to him I will pummel with, “say” (from my mother). Like I said I grew up a hellion.
I think of idioms like `I swan!’ and of characters like young debutantes suffering from a case of the vapors at the cotillion when talk turns to things like shooting and getting shot at, especially when DU goos goos and others start commenting on self defense, defense of others and one’s country, and racism, `social justice’, etc. and apparently forget we’ve been getting shot-at in this country for almost 400 years.
So I preach when I can/often about the importance of body armor as well as BLOAT. (That probably set of some NSA sirens.)
To put things in perspective, todays wild-eyed, exploding terrorists pale some when compared to Apaches tying a white man to a wagon wheel and slowly roasting him to death over a low fire ... I swan! :-0