This northern transplant is extremely greatful for the patience of her southern friends...
My best story is when DH and I were working on the barn and I told a friend that we were putting up the eaves troughs. She got all excited thinking that we were doing something fancy to our barn (she and I have sort of a keepin' up with the Jones thing going). So, she comes over a day or two later and says...so show me this eaves trough.
So, I point to the roof of the barn and she says...You mean the gutter? Gutter? No. Gutters run along side the street and catch the rain water. She says no...thats a ditch!
We still laugh about it!
And as a side note...Gravy is not supposed to be white and you never eat it for breakfast *wink*

My best story is when DH and I were working on the barn and I told a friend that we were putting up the eaves troughs. She got all excited thinking that we were doing something fancy to our barn (she and I have sort of a keepin' up with the Jones thing going). So, she comes over a day or two later and says...so show me this eaves trough.
So, I point to the roof of the barn and she says...You mean the gutter? Gutter? No. Gutters run along side the street and catch the rain water. She says no...thats a ditch!
We still laugh about it!
And as a side note...Gravy is not supposed to be white and you never eat it for breakfast *wink*