Leave it to me. I don't think there's anyone else in this world who could try to sweep down a cobweb and end up with a hairy wall! When it comes to quirky, I'm a genius. Let me explain.
Being the Susie Homemaker that I am (well, I must not truly be or else why would I have a cobweb in the first place?), I saw a cobweb over the side door and promptly went to get the broom to sweep it away. I swept and swept and the mess got worse and worse. The more I did the more peculiar it became, because it no longer looked like a cobweb, it looked like hairs on the wall. I turned on another light and, sure enough, it was hair. I was spreading it all over the wall. Thick and furry. If I'd have swept a few more times, I'd have been able to braid it! I stood there VERY puzzled for a minute until I remember that the night before my husband had cut our son's hair and swept up the mess. I guess there was a lot of hair still hiding in those bristles. And my cobweb cleaning frenzy had landed them on the nice green wall. I then went outside and had a broom cleaning frenzy. If it's not one thing, it's a hairy 'nother.
On a saner note, Meredith and I went to the strawberry field down the road and did some picking yesterday. She had a wonderful time getting just the right ones. She's now eaten enough to turn her red. Hopefully she didn't inherit her mother's quirky gene. Although, come to think of it, she is the same girl who sings loudly and dances in the mirrors of the beauty shop when we go get our hair cut. Poor little thing, she's got it after all.