I love it when she talks salty
We're unloading a couple of yards of topsoil from
the Black Beast (aka the pick-up truck). In the
final stages she is sweeping down the bed to get
the last vestages of the soil off the truck. I
ask her to start from the top and work down to
the tailgate. "Do you want me to do the
gunwales?" - I pause and think, did I hear
that right? Then I flush with pride. "YES!" I
say. . . I love it when she talks salty. Besides,
it wasn't that much of a stretch. I have boat
cleats on the side of my truck. They must be
gunwales.
