May or May Not Monday

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 gotten sucked into the Freckled Fox being shot by her husband drama. I think because she lives in Idaho it makes her more interesting to me. But seriously her last eight months are a made for tv special and I just can't look away. Whoa I hope her life calms down. 

I may or may not have gone to three stores to find a pair of jeans that will fit right now. Two stores were out of size 12 entirely which leads me to believe it is a popular size. The third store had gobs but only one pair fit and I would have had to have them hemmed after paying $75. So I'm still wearing my same olive green wool skirt that I've been wearing for the last month. 

I may or may not have convinced my husband to come home and take us with him to First Friday samples at Whole Foods. Our adventurous eater tried sesame seed ginger ahi tuna. Uncooked. A tiny bite sample. Please no parasites 🙏🏻    Don't want to dampen that food spirit. But PLEASE no parasites! 

I may or may not have made the best pizza of my littles' life. Says my less adventurous eater. I'm going to go ahead and pat myself on the back. Remember I cook by smell because I can't taste any of it do to my allergies. 

My little may or may not have tried to take care of an elbow rug burn with the help of the other little with an ice pack without protecting the skin. Now I'm dealing with a whole under forearm skin burn. Poor tyke. He's sad. I'm sad. We're all sad.

We may or may not have gotten sun burn from being in the sun for a half hour - broken up too! Who would have thought the sun would be so powerful again? It's been a long, cloudy, stormy winter. We are out of sun practice, in the land that tauts the sunshine.

My husband may or may not have tried to buy a two ft square section of turf off the gigantic carpet roll at Home Depot. The grass has taken a beating from golf clubs this year. The worker was like Nah bro you can buy that online.

We went to the dollar theater to see Moana. We agreed it was weird. The village life was awesome. The rest - not so much. And for some unknown reason I've been singing "You Bring Honor to Us All" from Mulan since.

We just got to Fall clean up in uh March. The leaves had just finished falling when the snow came and didn't leave for months. It's supposed to snow the next few days too. I don't mind- it's pretty. Mud season ain't.

Our gate on our fence horizontal board split and fell off. It was easily screwed back on but seriously didn't expect that. One of our giant landscaping rocks was cracked by the snow. The driveway is taking a mosaic look and still heaved up a bit. Brandon said it's just one of those years. Our little mimic now says that every time we find more damage from the saturation like our Scottish inspired rock wall fence that is leaning and woonky in ways that I doubt we are strong enough to fix ourselves. We've had 45" with more coming. We are usually less than 20.

Bryan Adams concert on PBS is how we spent our Saturday night. That was prequelled by an African history documentary and Farkle that we call Sparkle because my Gram called it that and we are not crass.

I may or may not have just discovered that my little has been filing out the grout on our kitchen bar counter top. His reason? I took to long to make his dinner. Umm what now? My cooking took too long so you destroyed my countertop? He gets to pay for the damage if and when we ever fix it.