I guess I’m gradually turning into my dad. The other day, after an exhausting day working on my deck in the 85-degree weather, I said to Marilyn, “I’m plumb tuckered out!” Now, why in the world would I say that?
I haven’t heard that expression in probably 60 years. But my dad used to say it, and suddenly there it was coming out of my mouth.
Dad was a hard-working guy, and by evening he was usually bushed (Wow! There’s another one!).