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 balked at spending $8 on a t-shirt at Walmart. You see I had a stack of t-shirts in my arms that cost $3.88 each so $8 seemed absurd. Now that I’m home I find that laughable. Anywhere else I’d be happy to find an $8 t-shirt. 

I may or may not have seen a life hack on removing bottom of cooking pot grease with ketchup. I don’t have ketchup so I subbed mustard thinking it’s still an acid it might work. Nope, not even a little bit. My white coated pan is not a twinge yellow. 

I may or may not have found another Easter egg today while cutting the grass. That makes four found since we thought we had them all. Plastic is the way we roll and this is the reason. 

I may or may not have had a neighbor three doors door across the street report a squirrel in his yard. It’s been a good run - I’m sure we will be overrun soon and my littles will no longer think they are a rare, delightful occurrence. 

I may or may not have come across a post that said Facebook has a political status attached to your account. I checked, mine does. It says I’m conservative but how they get that from liking Being Libertarian’s memes, I don’t know!  Anyway check yours out to see if they pegged you under Account Settings > Ads > political  (more or less). 

I may or may not have been informed by my little that he is less than impressed by the clutter on my bathroom counter. You and me both buddy. I just don’t spend enough time in there to realize it or the thought of clearing it off leaves my mind the very instance I walk out the bathroom door. 

We may or may not be in a battle with the carpet beetle invasion coming in under the front door. Every single year in the same place. We vacuumed a ton up and I’m pretty sure they are climbing out of the vacuum and swarming my coat closet as we speak. It’s the first time I realized we didn’t empty the canister. But just like my bathroom, that thought will disappear as I move along to my next entry. 

I may or may not have had so much yard work in our extra trash can that my darling husband and the burly trash man struggled to empty it this week. We had so much heavy clay from planting five trees it filled two trash cans and a toilet we remembered to set out in the nick of time. To move the biggest trash can I had to hang my body weight all the way down just to tip it enough to get motion and have my little push the other side. We barely made it down the driveway. 

I may or may not be letting my littles down hard the last few months. The kids workshop st Home Depot has been running out of kits in an hour. So they say anyway. 150 kits gone in a hour. Get more if you’re turning away kids for another two hours. Sheesh. 

I may or may not have devoted twenty hours of reading a book club book for there not to be an ending. I was really liking the book and story and then no ending, the story just dropped. No resolution. Not ever will I read a Jodi Picult book again. Nope.

We got quite a storm on Saturday. My littles may or may not have been so excited they finally got to experience what those famed Southern storms I grew up with were like. We had no damage other than a few squirts leaking through our living room windows that the window people claim is an installation issue not a defect. Uh huh. It’s a defect. 

I may or may not have overheated cutting the grass today in 59*. I’m a little worried about summer weather. Overheating for me is the kiss of death with my heart condition. It meant I had to leave early from helping out at our community farm  children’s garden this evening, cutting it short for my littles having a blast with friends.