Burs

NaNoWriMo starts on Tuesday, so don't expect any sane posts then.

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In fact, don't expect any sane posts on this blog at all.

Today I'm going to blog about an incident that happened last summer. Sometime near late summer, I got a summer job watering an elderly couple's plants because they were on vacation.

They lived about a mile from my house. Every day in the morning, I would ride my bike over there, water their plants (they had a miniature garden on their back porch), pick any ripe tomatoes I saw, and bike back home.

On Sundays, my parents would drive me over to water the plants. After I did that, we would go to our church services.

I was wearing an extraordinarily soft skirt that day. I loved how soft and warm it was. Well, I went and watered the neighbor's plants that day. While I was trying to get to the spicket, my skirt got caught on the bushes. I tugged it away and went about my job.

When the meeting started in church that day, I felt something irritating my legs. I looked down and picked a small green thing off of my skirt. It appeared to be a bur. Something dawned on me. I examined my skirt completely, and realized there were dozens of little green burs stuck to the soft fabric. It was like Velcro.

Thus, that is how I spent the entire church service picking burs off my skirt.