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 gotten sick from sleeping under an air conditioner that dried out my sinuses and throat and in creapt an infection that laid me low for most of the week. I've just about made my way through Saving Hope and I'm sleeping on the couch away from air condition vents. My sickness also lead to a complete halt on progress on our patio table sanding and restaining and sealing. 

As a treat for making our way through an audio verison of The Hobbit we rented the movies on Amazon. I may or may not have allowed them to watch all three twice to make sure we got our money worth. That's twelve hours of watching in 48 hours. I'm still in the vastly disappointed category with the handling of the movie. Where cleverness is often the way out of muddles in the book, violence is used in the movie. 

I may or may not have the strength of a beast, for merely swiping my hand caught our blender causing it the fall over on the counter and shatter. 

I added a banana back in my diet a few hours after trying cashew herb cheese spread - it's not cheese and tastes nothing like cheese, don't call it cheese, which may or may not have resulted in my mouth becoming an itchy burning mess. Bananas and cashews along with avocados mimic the protein of latex to which you have brilliantly guessed I am allergic. 

I have been saying how lovely it is not to have to battle wasps though annoying that my plants are being eaten to death by aphids that usually get eaten by wasps. This week both of my littles were stung by aggressive wasps. One walked away like it was nothing and the other is five days out with still a huge swelling reaction to deal with. I may or may not rather be back to my plants getting consumed than be at war with nasty, mean creatures who have no rules by which they are bound. 

I may or may not have been talking to my darling husband about the history of the t-shirt I was wearing and commenting about how my Gramps must not have been a very big man when he purchased it in the Yukon Territory. About how he'd given it to me when I was a very skinny 13 year old and it was baggy. It now is fitted. My little pipes up, " Well, you do wear a size 14 pant Momma." So there's that. And then began the conversation about the differences in cut with men and women clothes and that I have muscular legs. The t-shirt is a men's small. 

We have exhausted our audio stories, please give suggestions. Gender of stories isn't a thing in our family so suggest away!