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 been alone sitting in the living room unwinding when a creature, of the insect nature, caught my eye. My philosophy is to leave them alone outside where they belong, but crossing the line and entering my house means immediate death. I was particularly startled because I couldn't identify its type and it was the size of my thumb. Carefully I got closer to determine weight of weapon needed. It certainly wasn't going to be my bare feet or a tissue smash. Slightly panicked to find an appropriate weapon due to its size, I scanned my kitchen/living room. I secured a hard back library book that was maybe the right amount of weight and the attack ensued. You know the slam of the book on the bug and then jumping on the book just to make sure. I thought I had smashed it thoroughly enough because its guts were black on my carpet. Then another one was spotted! So repeat attack on the second and sit back on the couch to Google what kind of bug was invading. I left the book on the second and kept an eye on the first bug. After two hours of searching, I am fairly certain it was some sort of termite. I thought Jerusalem cricket until the stories of its child eating size lead me to search for other bugs with the body type. Right before bed I checked on the bug under the book and sprayed vinegar on it hoping to kill germs. It moved. A ton. Spray spray spray and then jump on book so hard that my leg hurt- still moved. Went to closely examine the other spot of bug gore. That was all that was left - the smashed black guts. It crawled away. I leave the scene and go to bed fully expecting an army of unkillable termites to have set up camp during the night. The book is still on the second bug and I don't know when I will be brave enough to try to move it to the garbage. The whole unkillable thing has me fully creeped out. 

I may or may not have been shocked at the everyday low price on the Wild Oats Organic brand at Walmart. We purchased some products to try hoping that because of Walmart's size they were able to contract production at an efficient cost rather than being shady about it being organic. It took me a few days to research because I didn't want to be accountable for the knowledge if it turned out to be shady. The jury is still out because the brand refuses to share information. And since I don't want to be in the dark about where my food comes from, that's a problem for me. So while my pocketbook and pallet enjoyed the products, my ethics won't allow me to support the brand. 

I may or may not have mentioned to my husband that our not quite yet three year old dish washer will need to be replaced by next year. The guy in the store told us average life was 5-7 years with average use. We knew we were above average use doing one to two loads a day. I thought average use would be a load every two days. Google told us the average use is 144 loads a year. Apparently we need an industrial dishwasher the way we do dishes! 

It may or may not have been put into law in our household that we are only to use blankets and the space heater if we are cold in this transition to Autumn. The warm blooded dictator refuses to turn the gas on to use the fireplace or allow base heat. That might be fair considering the three of us cold blooded family members think it's freezing when it's 70 outside. Well it is when you're used to 90s + for months on end. 

I may or may not have decided I could make bday party invites I found on etsy that were sold out myself. Well after four attempts with various programs, I can't. So a text will have to be good enough. Ann Landers would have something to say about that.