Originally Posted by
K-Roll
This is a true story. A man called our emergency services complaining about his girlfriend who "hit him with a smoof."
A what, sir? She hit you with what?
"She hit me with a damn smoof!"
Please describe it to me, I don't understand.
"A smoof! A smoof! You know, what you use to smoof your clothes with..."
He was talking about an iron. I will never forget it. I love language and dialects, and this was a new one on me and I've been around for a while.
I only use my smoof for quilting, too, unless I get antsy and decide to smoof our cloth napkins.
Hahaha....I love it! Not only does he not know what an iron is, but he doesn't know how to pronounce it! That's our future folks. We (pointing at myself mostly) are in big trouble....
As to the original topic, I gave my oldest niece an ironing board and iron when she got married. Shouldn't have spent the money, because she put it away and forgot where she put it. Hasn't seen it in 7 yrs!
