May or May Not Monday

May or May-Not Monday: Where you can divulge the secrets of life's mishaps without feeling like a failure. So go on... own up. I may have...

I may or may not have created a Must Do This Week List!! and not done a single one of them.

I may or may not have driven East for 2 1/2 hours and then turned South for an hour, only to find that I entered the Pacific Time Zone. I started in MST.

I may or may not have thought that driving through the frontier of Idaho was driving through the middle of no where until l drove through Nevada for eight hours and only happened upon four tiny towns before we hit Vegas. It was unnerving to see signs, as we left each tiny town, saying 136 miles until the next gas station. And true to its word, only BLM land and ranch land existed in between. It was then that I realized exactly why the entire state of Nevada is on the Pacific Time Zone. This part of the state doesn't matter, it's the middle of no where.

We may or may not have thought we were dying when we entered the San Bernadino Valley because the smog was so bad. It felt like sand was thrown in our eyes and shoved down our throats. I may or may not have thought we'd made a mistake spending Spring Break in Palm Desert if we weren't going to be able to breathe. Something along the lines of "how can people live like this?" "I can't imagine what living in China must be like!" "We are country bumpkins happy to live with beautifully clean air, take us back!" may have come out of my mouth. Luckily, after 20 minutes we were out of the smog and Palm Desert has no problem with the smog.

As we drove up to my aunt's house, I may or may not have asked if there were gators in the lake behind her house. After a decade of being married to me, a question like this seems completely reasonable to my husband. And then I snapped out of it and said, right we're in CA. You can take the girl out of Florida, but you can't take away the fear of gators. I bet it wasn't part of your rearing to know how to outrun a gator!

My littlest little may or may not have decided after I told him no, to go to the main house (we are staying in the guest house) and wake up my aunt, uncle and cousin by repeatedly ringing the door bell. Once my aunt answered he said, "What took you so long!?" It was only at the ungodly hour of 8:30am.