I hear my mom's car pull in and the following conversation takes place:
Mom: Casey! Mail call! Your udder covers are here!
Dad: What did you say?
Mom: I said her udder covers were here.
Dad: What on Earth is an udder cover?
Mom: You know what an udder is!
Dad: No, I really don't! I have only heard that term used for an animal so I can't imagine what she ordered for a cow! Is she bringing it to the farm next door?
Mom: Nobody would dare use that word to describe any part of my anatomy!
Dad: So what is it?
Me: It's a FREAKING NURSING COVER and YES THEIR MARKETING DEPARTMENT FAILED DURING THE BRANDING AND NAMING MEETING!
Dad: Well I did not need that visual. Good thing I already ate.
Mom: I still don't have udders.