I found them again at 5:45 a.m. yesterday morning, still on the pants after going through the wash. I was taking my son and four of his friends to opening day at the ski hill, there was no time to pick off burrs. I sighed and picked out a different, less comfortable, pair to wear today.
Tonight, when I arrived home, one of the first things my husband greeted me with was "I picked the burrs off your pants."
That's being the hands of Jesus. What a way to leave your love mark.