Several of you have inquired about the marble. I can't believe I never thought to ask Mr. FC about it, but when you're me and you're used to this kind of shiznit, you just accept that your husband is weird and move on.
So I just called him (he wasn't busy, just running an national conference call that's all). He didn't answer. So I called him again. He didn't answer. So I texted him:
Me: Why did you have a marble in your pocket?
Mr. FC: You dirty bird.
Me: WTF? Oh, I get it, LOL. No really why?
Mr. FC: I saw it on the floor in my office & kept it.
Well, that clears it up. The scoop is: He was telling his coworkers a couple of years ago about how I got him a bag of pistachios as a little stocking stuffer one Christmas. He had reached into the stocking, felt the pistachios, and his eyes lit up like a Christmas tree as he gasped "Marbles?! You got me marbles? I've always wanted those!" Imagine the disappointment on his face when he pulled out a bag of nuts.
Anyway, his coworkers decided that they would inundante his office with marbles as part of his 30th birthday celebration that year. I know, right? Weirdos. He walked into his office that morning to the scene of marbles EVERYWHERE. In his coffee mug, under his desk, in his plants, sandwiched in his laptop computer, spilling from his inbox, wedged into his office chair.
So..........even a couple of years later, he was still finding marbles in every nook and cranny. Why he saves them, I don't know. Hence, the marble I found in his pocket.
Moral of the story:
You never know when you're going to need a marble, so you might as well save them for later.