Nonny Day, 2018
Dear Grandgirls and Grandguys,
Something funny happened to me the other day and I wish you could have been here to laugh with me!
I had been at my city house for a number of days and was just returning to my country house. Immediately when I got back and was going through the back door into the kitchen, I smelled a kind of acetone smell. That’s like a finger nail polish remover smell. “Hmm . . .” I thought, “What can that be?”
No, it wasn’t the smell of a gas leak which, of course, would be dangerous. Anyway, I have an electric stove, not a gas stove.
“Let me look out back,” I thought. I took a big sniff with my head out the back door. “No, it’s not out back. It’s here in the kitchen. I took the garbage out before I left; so it’s not trash under the sink.”
Oh, well, I was tired, went into the parlor, stretched out in my recliner, started flipping through the channels on the TV and completely forgot about it.
The next morning I opened my kitchen cupboard. Oh, my! The smell was even stronger. I pushed boxes and cans around and still could not find where the smell was coming from. So again I just went on with my day.
That evening, I started to fix myself a snack of crackers and cheese. I opened the box of crackers, put my hand in and recoiled in horror! You know what recoiled means, right? It means my body jerked back. I was disgusted! There were orange peelings on top that had green mold on them. Now, sometimes orange and green look good together, but this did not! Ugh! I folded the top back down, quickly stuffed the box in a plastic grocery bag and threw it out the back door!
So, it seems that I had put some scraps from an earlier day’s supper with orange peelings on the top in the empty cracker box. I even neatly folded over the box opening and set it on the counter. I had intended to throw it in the garbage; but instead had later put the box back up in the cupboard. Yikes!
Grandguys, I’m sure you are laughing by now. I know you find gross things, especially stinky gross things, funny. Grandgirls, you are probably having the same reaction I did and thinking, “Pew. . .wee! Bet that smelled awful!”
Bye for now. If you have any funny stories, send them to me or give me a call. Or, you know what? Any kind of stories you want to share with me, funny or not, will be all right!
Written by Connie Carlisle Polley, 2018