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 gone to Target and used the new card with a required pin. Seriously who requires a pin for credit cards? Target apparently. I punch in the number that my anesthesia brain says is definitely the pin. The machine says otherwise. I try another possibility. Nope. So I go back to my first thought- our anniversary. Still isn't it. So then I'm wondering if my husband even knows our anniversary. I ended up paying with another card ( no pin required) and lost out on $50 of discounts that my anesthesia brain again did not compute. So now it's the debate of return everything and buy it all again for the discounts or chalk it up to the perils of drugs. I mostly don't trust that I could manage it on my own. The husband needs to be there to make sure it's all as it should be. No we can't eat a $50 mistake, it's a matter of finding time to get the clear headed one there. 

I may or may not have received a knock on the door during our morning homeschool time. I stealthily checked from the living room looking down the hall through the door window and did not recognize the ladies' hair. I can't say that I would have answered the door but I had just finished mopping the floors and there was no way I was considering ruining all that hard work. Isn't it funny how a knock on the door no longer incites a thrill of excitement but a twinge of fear. 

I may or may not have made Popsicles with cheap containers. After five minutes of trying to dislodge them and only being successful with removing the sticks, the littles attacked them with forks. That's 4 1/2 minutes longer than I gave it a shot. Impressive determination. 

I may or may not have finished spray painting my yard sale shelves after purchasing them seven weeks ago. Surgery and not feeling well before the surgery had a lot to do with that. Excited to get them up, my husband graciously hung them at 9:30pm. I thought for sure they would have been dry and not stinky with how windy it was that day. Oh no, still tacky and terribly stinky. Two days later it's still pungent and reeking havoc on my eyes and nose. 

I joined an exercise fb group in order to get back strength after surgery. I tried to start the regimen today. I  managed 4 jumping jacks before my abs screamed at me NOOO!! You will not be doing this today. So I'm still sticking to my extraordinarily slow walking.