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 felt like a jerk for thinking about a dress I saw in Sundance magazine while sitting in church last week. Then and even bigger one after watching Mercy Street, a documentary on Bonnie and Clyde, and a documentary on the West VA mine wars. What privilege we have. 

Of course that dress is tainted; I could never rid myself of guilt if I did fanangle some way to come up with the costly sum. 

I may or may not have aluminum foil scratches/markings on my hallway wall from a little that isn't so little to expect such a deed. A 4 x 4 and 1 x 6 inch area have the mark of foul all in the name of smoothing it out as much as possible. I have yet to figure out a game plan for salvaging the paint on the wall. Sometimes I just need time to say really!? And come back in a few days when I'm not so shocked. 

I may or may not have checked out The Pirates of the Caribbean 2 & 3 and given in to the fairly put cries of mercy to stay up and watch the third one so they didn't end their night on a cliff hanger. It was negotiated to start the next one but finish it the next day. Finishing the next didn't happen. We got sucked in and those movies are longer than you realize. Midnight rolled around and our Sunday was rough with tired attitudes. But not from all littles involved. One has been extraordinarily pleasant lately. As if to say, see I'm not a lunatic after all. Have peace. And enjoy me. Stay this pleasant forever son!

I may or may not have poured way too much salt in the guacamole and made it inedible. We wait now for the other four to ripen to distribute the salt. Who knows how long it will take and if the existing guac will last. Avocados: always keeping you humble. 

I may or may not have decided I want my right ovary ripped from my body until I did some internet searching. It's seems like the results are a gamble. You end up just fine or you end up with a different personality and your body not regulating hormones. The surgery can be a little more intense than I envisioned too. Now I'm not so certain ripping the ovary out is my best move. My pain has subsided to a two/three after eight days. Livable but my afternoons still are conducted on the couch. 

I may or may not have tried a cinnamon honey mask and added cotton balls to stick to it for my latest Pinterest try. I looked ridiculous. And I didn't like the results particularly because I looked absurd. My husband said I'd gone too far and he couldn't handle looking at me. So I morphed it into: lemon juice, honey, cinnamon, and whipping cream. I like it very much and so does my husband.