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 fed my yard plants with fish fertilizer. I didn't realize the stench of fish that would come with the food. I sure hope that the plants flourish because the fishy smell is almost too much. The three cats that used to haunt our yard have disappeared this month and with them gone has brought back the moles and voles. We are just a little bit hoping that the fish smell will woo some cats to our yard.

I may or may not have been hacked by my seven year old. He and I share my e-mail for his computer and he decided to change the password. He changed it and promptly forgot it. I have yet to take the time to get back into my account and reset the password. It feels great to not deal with responsibility. Though I'm sure that will be making next week's Mondays.

I may or may not have had my library card declined this week when it hit 70 checkouts. Why this happened I have yet to figure out. The limit should be 100. Am I just special and get reduced down to 70? Or did they lower the limit for everyone?  Seems more exciting to think it's just me being chastised for taking out my allowable limit.

I may or may not have been told by the littles that I should sell my food in stores because it is so good. Regretfully, I informed them that this particular meal of mac and cheese already came from the store in a box but I improved upon it by adding more cheese.

I may or may not have purchased a red t-shirt. I didn't wash it first, though I'm not sure it would have helped. It turned my body red and my white bra is now pink. I've yet to deal with the clothes problem. That seems to be the theme of this week: just ignore the hard things, enjoy growing beautiful plants, and play outside in the sun.

 I may or may not have replied to a greeting as we were walking by with a long Southern "Hey!", watched the person flinch because they didn't know what to do with it and scramble to come up with a reply. Yeah that's right, you can't do that here. Gotta keep the Southern put away. My husband once asked how our kids had a touch of Southern in their accent living in the PNW. To which I replied, because they are around me all day. 

I may or may not be out to destroy my phone. It slipped out of my hand and landed in just the right angle to completely shatter the screen. That's after last weeks' tea dropping incident. The Apple Store fixed it right up for a mere $129.