gained my marbles

Not lost. No. I'm collecting them.

You know that old saying, "when it rains, it pours"?

You know that other not-so-old saying, "it's raining men"?

Welcome to my life.

I'm in a monsoon.

Didn't know we had those in Oklahoma, did you?

The other night at the Delta Shelta I was divulging secrets about my weekend, and decided to just be candid about the various boys in my life at the moment. They're all casual if anything, so why not share some fun tidbits? I feel like Joy, pre-BF. I could get used to this!

As I was talking, someone overheard me mention 3 different male-typical names. "Look at you and your bag of marbles!", she snorted. Bag of marbles?

"You can just reach in and pull one out as you please."

While I think she's vastly overestimating the power I am able to wield over these various humans of the male persuasion, it is kinda fun to be dating multiple people.

Yesterday 2 of them commented on my facebook status almost back to back. I had to giggle to myself. My marbles.

I just don't get how I go from desert-style drought to having to purchase chest-high waders in roughly 48 hours.

I ain't complaining, though. And those waders look good on me, yes they do.

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Sounds like a good predicament to me, enjoy! :)