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 be writing this in italics cause I don't have the mental fight in me today to see how long it takes for the program to let me unclick italics and not send my cursor up to the title line. Previous weeks  it's been a lot. Today I just say nope. 

I may or may not have solved my can't shave my legs in the winter cause it's too cold and hurts for hours when it decides to grow back the moment I step out of the shower. An electric razor. So far so good and my house upstairs where we are nestled is 59*. We poor kids save money where we can which is heating and cooling our house. And referring to that cold house, my hair is solidly wet 14 hours after showering with my hair being down. 

We may or may not have received our first snow of the season. A dusting. A bit of a disappoint by way of snow. If your my little you think it's fabulous and have plans to make snow bunnies since they are teeny not snowmen. 

After 15 days of helium balloons that were supposed to last two days, I got rid of them. We'll see how long it takes for the littles to realize they are gone. I'm hoping out of sight, out of mind. 

I may or may not have decided that we are not replacing our garbage disposal after it completely died for being 12.5 years old. My husband is lobbying hard for a new one. I shall not be moved. We have other things that need to be purchased like snow gloves. We have a glove shuffle happening : my littles gloves don't keep his hands warm enough in the frigid air so he wears mine. I in turn wear my husbands. He wears my spare one since we lost its mate he keeps his other hand in his pocket. He's tough like that. But this season I'd like everyone to have toasty hands. 

It may or may not be that time of year when I freak out about consumerism. The littles' bday both fall in the fall. They both get plenty of goods. Add in Halloween, Thanksgiving, and Christmas with all their must do activities and my brain wants to explode from the unnecessary. All good things but fall too close to one  another. Distribute holidays out over four or five months not two. 

We may or may not be still going strong on our boycott of Standard Time. My little after being informed of my crazy, promptly forgot or chose to forget and fall in line. All this for a 7pm bedtime. 

I may or may not have felt a twinge of disappoint upon receiving my Christmas cards. They were not as bright as my computer showed. Which by the way, my favorite part of the season is receiving Christmas cards! I always send mine out first, so I just might make the list of having to reciprocate for receiving one. And even then I'm lucky if I break getting ten. Bountifully blessed if I max out at 15. It's not a great return rate for sending out 75. It's just me right? Getting the shaft on Christmas cards. 

I may or may not have had a little with a fever of 104 for just a night this week. Ibuprofen, oregano oil on the feet, and the wet sock treatment brought it down to 101.5 so we could go to sleep. But the worry of his brain frying shaved a year off my life. 

I may or may not have watched the Gilmore Girls and thought it was a complete disappointment with a few good moments in SIX hours. The life and death brigade in your 30s - come on. The 10 minute had nothing to do with the plot or main characters play - still don't know why. All the characters frozen in time and not evolving a bit in ten years except for Emily because Richard died in real life so they had to move her character forward - unforgivable. After taking to the net for reviews, cause I couldn't possibly have been the only one who thought this was a waste of a comeback - I'm not alone - realized that my expectations were that ten years had passed. Amy just had to say that because ten years have past. She's just settling a score for not writing the end of her show in the first place after walking away over contract disputes. So there it is summed up, here is how season six should have played out and she fully intended then and I believe now to leave the show forever with those four little words. Mom. What? I'm pregnant.

My littles may or may not have worn the same thermal and fleece pants for three nights and three and a half days before I realized how long they had been wearing it and required a change of clothes. 

I may or may not have okayed the purchase of ten Westerns on DVD for $3.74 at Walmart that my husband wanted without looking at the titles just the modern looking picture of a cowboy on the front. My week has been filled with old westerns that have been terrible. The worst yet has been The White Comanche with a young William Shatner at the lead. I don't know how he was able to move his career past this gem. It has reviews of "it's so bad, it's good." or "a cult movie with a weak pulse." or "Terrible dialogue!" My husband is determined to watch them all. We have 3 1/2 of the ten under our belts. I don't know if I can hang through the rest.