[the conversation in progress is about sand spurs]
lori: today i found one right here on my sweater and all i did was walk from my house to the car.
bryan: how did that happen? did you roll to your car?
carolyn: they’re sand spurs. all you have to do is walk out the front door and they just all go [shlup] – and they’re all over you.
lisa: one time i got a huge burdock caught in my hair.
matthew: your hair? how did it get stuck in your hair?
lisa: [in a tone that would indicate to most the following scenerio was a completely normal, everday, common experience...] well, when you’re 3 years old and you’re riding your tricycle and you run into a sheep…
[group momentarily quiet & confused - wondering if they heard right]
carolyn: did you just say, you ran into a sheep with your tricycle when you were 3?
lisa: yep. took forever to get that burdocks out of my hair. it was huge!
but seriously, sandspurs are evil.
and, now i fear i will have nighmares about giant burdock covered sheep.