I have to laugh about when I first met my husband.
I asked him what he had been doing during the week.
He would say he had been drilling.
Where we live, in our area of the state, oil wells are being drilled.
I guess I wasn't familiar that when wheat is being planted that is called drilling wheat.
I imagined him drilling oil wells and I thought that he had to be very rich.
I even told people I was dating a very rich oil man.
He invited me to meet his parents and we would drive to the farmstead and spend the day.
As we got closer to the homeplace I noticed there were no oil wells.
I asked him. "Where are all of the oil wells?
He told that they had no oil wells.
I commented that he said he had been drilling.
He said that they drill wheat.
I said that is was nice to drill wheat and tried to change the subject.
"Do you have chickens"? I asked.
"Yes", he answered with a smile.
I said, "Maybe later I can help you pick the eggs".
He laughed and said, "You don't pick eggs---you gather them".
I answered, "Why yes, of course".
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