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[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!

hahahahaha!
but seriously, sandspurs are evil.
and, now i fear i will have nighmares about giant burdock covered sheep.