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.
4 comments:
That was great, you made me laugh out loud with that one! Great story and I agree with you!
You and I must somehow be related. They aren't thrashers? LOL!!!
Funny!
My husband is always doing that. I giggle at him all the time.
I hate it when I can't come up with a word even remotely sounding like something I'm trying to say.`
You are too funny! Picturing you and Dawn out chucking ears of corn at each other and those fields getting a darn good thrashing. Serves 'em right!
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