Not the o*n*l*y Nounoune!

A friend says I shouldn't call myself a "Nounoune!"  Nounoune is French Canadian slang for a naive woman who can sometimes be a little stupid.  Why shouldn't I use that word?  I am laughing at myself and what is wrong with that? There is nothing wrong with self-deprecating humour.  Laugh at yourself and the world laughs WITH you, NOT at you.

Besides, I know I am not the only nounoune out there.  Evidence the following tales, which are all TRUE!

I know a real estate agent, who went to meet a potential client at her home.   The client's allergies were very bad, so she excused herself, to quickly run to the pharmacy to get her puffer prescription refilled.   However, while the client was out, she met up with a friend, and decided to join that friend for lunch, leaving the real agent sitting in her house, patiently waiting.  Can you believe it? The agent was smart enough to leave after waiting FORTY-FIVE minutes.  How can you forget someone is sitting in YOUR house and YOU are NOT there?

My sister-in-law, the artsy-crafty one, enjoys a toke now and then. While out walking, she decided to temporarily butt out her roach and stick it in her pocket, to finish up later.  She continued on her walk, when she suddenly felt her leg feeling rather warm. When she looked down, she saw smoke swirling around her pocket.  The simmering roach had burned a hole right through her pocket and was working its' way through the lining of her coat!  And I thought I was bad, losing a lip gloss in between my coat and its lining!

Someone else I know, rather than ask to take her leftover meal home from a restaurant, stuffed her pocket with leftover fish, wrapped in a napkin. She then TOTALLY forgot about it, and thus spent a day trying to find the source of the "fishy" smell that had suddenly permeated her house.

I know someone else who locked their keys in their car, not once, but TWICE in a two week period, Her very patient spouse came to her rescue each time.   How one manages to do that with a key-less remote is really beyond my comprehension. What do you do? Click to lock your car, open the door quickly, and throw your keys in?

Now, on a totally POSITIVE side, I have to tell you my ABSOLUTE BEST NOUNOUNE moment ever.  I manually balance my bank book against my bank statement, every month.     I know, I know!!! Who does that in this day and age?  Well, I have done it for forty-plus years, and I will keep doing it.  At the end of May I couldn't balance my bank statement.  Mind you, it was in my favour.  The bank statement showed that I had X number of dollars more in my account, than my records showed.  I racked my brains over this, and went over every debit carefully.  When I finally found the problem, it wasn't a debit; it was a credit.  I had debited the amount from my record book, intending to transfer to my savings, and then completely forgotten about it.   The amount?  NINE HUNDRED DOLLARS!!!  My God, it was just like winning the lottery.  I am off to buy myself a new bike with my newfound money.  WHAT FUN!!

A teeny, tiny "Nounoune" story? Presenting a "FREE" coffee card from a MacDonald's, at a TIM HORTONS! 

Finally, this blog wouldn't be complete without adding another "poop" story.  I haven't had a poop tale to tell in a while, right?  Last weekend, I very carefully put on a bright, blue latex glove in order to pick up Vimy's very big deposit.   I then bent over, put my hand inside the poop and scoop bag, and very neatly picked it all up. Trouble was, the glove was on my left hand, and the poop bag in my right!