He asked for some "postal diggers."
Well... I had absolutely no idea what "postal diggers" were, but I still thought it would be fine, so I said, "Sure. I'm sure it's fine if you use them.
Later on that day, when my husband came home for lunch, I told him that his brother called and was borrowing the "postal diggers." He nodded in understanding.
I said, "Is that right? At least I think that's what he said over the phone. He said, "Postal diggers."
"Yep," my husband replied.
Confused I asked, "What in the world are postal diggers?"
He smiled and said slowly, "You mean, Post Hole Diggers? You know, like when I go and build fence. That's how you dig the hole for the posts."
So there you have it. Post Hole Diggers.
Not some diggers that have gone postal, nor do these diggers have anything to do with USPS. Just in case you were wondering...
I can totally see myself making the same mistake. Gotta love the Utahan/Idaho-an accent! :)
ReplyDeleteI love it! I would do that same thing. I enjoy all of the things you are learning about farm life. Would you love to do it for the rest of your life? I think my boys should grow up on a farm and the open country is very enchanting to me, however, I wouldn't know the first thing about running a farm.
ReplyDeleteKaren (Soulier) Bourne
You are hillarious
ReplyDeleteLove your blog - very entertaining!
ReplyDeleteThank you!
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