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 found it amusing that my dad and husband drove a cat home last night. Zorro, the cat, followed us home from our hike and decided to try to move in with us.  He ran into our house several times. Screams of joy and merriment could be heard trying to corral the fast cat. Had it been a normal night, we probably would have left it to its own accord on getting home; but a snowstorm was coming and we all decided we would sleep better knowing it made it home. Off the heroes went in the car with Zorro who purred and cuddled the entire way, to do their heroic deed to which the friendly cat did not appreciate. After two attempts and a quick drive off, their valor was rewarded by a peaceful nights sleep.

I may or may not have had an 8 hour cleaning rampage on Friday after being laid up on the couch for four days. That means: leave me alone and get outta my way or you shall endure my wrath. Cleaning brings out the very best in me. Upon cleaning the guest bathroom, I was met with black sludge in the drain. Scary looking sludge. Apparently this sludge is mold that appears in drains not used often. The solution is the pour boiling water down the drain until it is gone. Four tea kettle rounds were poured. On the very first the whole house sounded like it was angry the way the pipes creaked from flushing the sludge. My eyes got very wide while I held my breath that nothing would go awry in the pipes. We all survived, except the black sludge.

My son and my glasses keep sliding right off our faces. We are both blessed with ski slopes with very little resting place for glasses to stay put. I may or may not be annoyed that I have to drive half an hour to get our glasses adjusted after the lady pretty much refused to do it the first time we were there. Mostly annoyed that it's only open during the week days and have to fit it into the schedule and calling to find out when that lady is not working to hopefully get them to fit our faces.

My little had his birthday celebration at school this week. I may or may  not have been thrilled that I only needed to drop off the cookies in the morning and not participate. Mostly may. My dear loving husband decided to make it even easier on me and buy the cookies. He did not disappoint. He bought gourmet cookies and spent $16 on them! He may or may not have gotten carried away with the moment and not really thought about the price. He loves his little very much -- who did not like the chocolate chip cookie one bit. This little cannot be pleased with sweets. He just doesn't like them.

This same little may or may not have signed up to bring burritos to his class Thanksgiving feast. Burritos. I just about died from laughter when I found out. I have failed my child on this holiday. Granted last year we were on an airplane for Thanksgiving and didn't celebrate it. So for now he gets a pass on what acceptable Thanksgiving fare is and I have some Thanksgiving book reading to do. My other little said he'd bring chicken. So they both will be sitting in on the lessons.

Again this little is on a roll this week. He may or may not have been stared at by the priest during the Lord's Prayer. In his short 6 years, he has accomplished something that I have never managed! Congrats little man. Even when I told him, it didn't seem to phase him enough to decide to behave.

My husband brought home anniversary flowers to me. We celebrate our anniversary on Friday the 13th because we got married on one. We are up to 19 anniversaries so far. And by celebrate I mean we say, "Happy Anniversary!" and get on with our life. So you will understand that I didn't realize that the orange (my little's favorite color) flowers were for me. I promptly informed my little that they were in fact birthday flowers for him from his daddy. A delighted smile brightened the little's face. My husband kept saying, just to me, that they were for me. I kept looking at him like he was nuts, what would I have any need for them. It may or may not have come up two days later that they were for our anniversary and how could I have missed that? Apparently very easily, I missed that heartfelt gesture. You may wonder what we actually do for our yearly anniversary. Nothing. Usually, my mom calls and reminds us that it's our anniversary. This not caring about anniversary, birthday, holiday stuff, is why we are a good match for each other. Be horrified if you must.