I need a good vocabulary lesson. It seems that every word coming out of my mouth has a different meaning.
First I went to town to pick up a few things. I asked at the farm store if they had dog wormer. The man replied "dewormer".
Oh yes, I want to get rid of the parasites, not give them to the dogs.
I did O.K. when I went to the hardware store to get a dehumidifier for the basement, so glad I didn't bring home a humidifier to put more moisture in the damp, dark space.
Drake, one of the small towns nearby is having threshing days. I called them thrashing days. I suppose they don't want to beat the crops to death.
When my sister Susan called I told her I was chucking corn, actually I was shucking corn, not throwing it around.
Boy, I think I better check at the school to see if they let parents take vocabulary class.