Stinky Story–Celebrating 3 Years of Nonny’s Blog!

As announced last week, I’m excited to have been sharing Nonny’s Blog with you for three years! In celebration, this week and next I’m sharing a couple of my first writings posted in April, 2018.

This post contains the contents of an actual letter I sent to my four school-age grandchildren–you know, one of those archaic means of communication that you fold, place in a stamped envelope, and send off via the United States Postal Service. Why in the world would I do that? Well, two live across the river in another state but actually close enough that I see them fairly often. The other two are about 300 miles away. And, anyway, I hope getting a letter in the mail is fun for them! And maybe this letter will be fun for you, too!

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Nonny’s Cupboard

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!

Sharing with You a Sent Letter to My Grandchildren
Connie Carlisle Polley, 2018-2021
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