A few months ago I posted a whimsical piece about the thoughts I entertained while picking up a marble with my toes. (Link below, if you’re interested.) The exercise eventually helped reform my wayward middle metatarsal, and I dispensed with the activity.
Recently, though, my metatarsal began behaving badly again. When I went to find my marble it was gone. I truly had lost my marble. I looked high and low, mumbling to myself like some sort of mad woman. The cats, who I suspect of having had something to do with my marble’s disappearance watched me warily as I dove into drawers, cast shoes about the closet, and peered into dark corners and between chair cushions. Alas, no marble.
So when I spied a jar of marbles at a shop in Apalachicola with the sign, “Marbles: 30 for $1.00,” I grabbed a couple of greenies and took them to the checkout counter.
“Only two?” The proprietor asked.
“Yes sir, you see I lost my marble and I’m looking for a replacement. The second one’s insurance.”
“In that case, no charge,” he said. “Never let it be said that I deprived a woman of her marbles.”
Call me crazy, but I think he just wanted me out of his store.
https://nananoyz5forme.com/2016/10/13/thoughts-while-picking-up-a-marble-with-my-toes/
Praying for Eyebrowz 
Lol. I am reminded of Peter Pan x
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