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 tried a turmeric based face mask last night. My kids thought I looked creepy with the bright orange yellow paint. Getting it off my face proved to a difficulty. After washing, scrubbing, and toning my face still has a hint of yellow. My white pillowcase is covered in neon yellow. My finger nails are dyed yellow. I look like a fake tan disaster. But my skin Feels nice. 

I may or may not have scored a typewriter for free. You know cause for the last month my little has been begging for one. Wow those things are loud. I had forgotten. And then I imagine rooms filled with them and I don't know how those workers still have their hearing. You get a free typewriter and now it needs a desk that isn't my kitchen table. Free typewriter now costs over $100. Yep "free" it said. 

I may or may not have been sitting in the library waiting for chess club to finish when I spotted a ten ish year old girl pushing a stroller. I thought how nice of her. She pushed by me and I spotted the baby was a rabbit. Long pause so you can soak in that absurdity. 

I may or may not have been reading aloud to the littles for an hour on our patio when one of them spotted a mouse right in front of us five feet away. It crawled right up and dyed right in front of us! We eyed that sucker for the next half hour just to make sure. 

My husband may or may not have pointed out SIX snake holes along our back rock wall fence. All happen to be within a foot of the kid's play yard. Gah, I hate snakes. Though the gophers have disappeared from our back yard. And what can I expect when we are the only people on our street that didn't pay $200 for the goats to eat the 80 x 15 ft open space in our backyard. It's the only natural habitat left and everybody moved in. 

I may or may not made mango blueberry parfaits for breakfast. One little said it was the best breakfast ever. The other acted like I poisoned him and gagged (literally) it down wishing he was someone else's child. 

My husband may or may not have surprised me with halibut because it was on sale. I said you know halibut isn't my favorite and I've never ever cooked it before. Thanks for this dude. I seriously don't know if I would be the cook that I am without the internet at my fingertips to give me a lesson and advice and recipes with very little effort on my part. The halibut turned out amazing and I didn't poison anyone. That's always my fear with cooking meats and fish. My house smelled of halibut for three days. Even with cleaning up immediately. 

I may or may not have woken up sweating and went to the thermostat to figure out why. It was set to 80 with the heat. Apparently my little has taken matters into his own hands. Instead of moving a foot away out of the direct line of fire of the a/c or putting on more clothes than just boxers, he turned on the heat. I thought I'd explained well enough why he couldn't just adjust the house temperature on his whims when I heard the a/c turn on later because he needed to cool down. After explaining to him how it costs us hundreds of dollars to keep our house cool each month and asked if he wants to help foot the bill, he guaranteed he will not be messing with it again. 

We've been reading lots and lots of stories this week and the littles play time usually reflects what they've been watching or reading. I may or may not have heard "quick get the medicine, Kiki my best friend has yellow fever and a heart attack! We have to save her!"