I’ve Lost My Marbles!
There they are! In my hand!
Oooh how I love marbles. I was in a Diddams party store today and I generally revert to about ten years old when I get in that store.
It was the bin of marbles that really did me in. That’s grade school, baybee! We used to have mad marble competitions on the playground.
Damnit, I sucked at sports but I was GOOD at marbles.
I remember winning a very big and very pretty shooting marble from a bully of a boy. He was SO ticked off at me.
What did I do? I giggled, dropped the marble in my pocket, and walked away.
That’s how I roll (pun TOTALLY intended!).
Ain’t nothing better than a big bin of marbles.
Unless, of course, it’s a big bin of rubber chickens!
(All photos taken with my iPhone)