The First in a Series of Picture Posts.
A story - my first night in the Tutwiler appartment.
It was my first night in the new apartment, and I was a little scared to be there by myself. I was also a little hungry, but I had gotten really lost getting home from taking my dad to the airport, so I didn't want to leave again to go get food.
I had unloaded some nonperishables from Greenlife in my kitchen, but I didn't have many pots and pans and things.
So I decided to make some of this stuff...in my crockpot. I knew that crockpots were slow cookers, but I was impatient and it seemed to be take foooorever.
So I put the crockpot in the oven. Bad idea.
After I put out the fire and settled my nerves a bit, I decided to make some "chicken" soup in the microwave, but I didn't have a bowl or a spoon.
So I put it in a baking pan and trying to eat it with a large cooking spoon. But it was really, really gross, and still mostly cold, so I just went to bed.
I was afriad to sleep in my bed, and I didn't have any covers, so I slept in my living room in this chair under a sleeping bag.
Sometime in the middle of the night I crawled up to my bed.
At seven, I heard the racoons on my roof and I got freaked out, so I decided just to leave and go back to Chattanooga. I started down the stairs in my socks, but the floors had been oiled, and I fell and thought I had broken my back. But I hadn't.
The End.
It was my first night in the new apartment, and I was a little scared to be there by myself. I was also a little hungry, but I had gotten really lost getting home from taking my dad to the airport, so I didn't want to leave again to go get food.
I had unloaded some nonperishables from Greenlife in my kitchen, but I didn't have many pots and pans and things.
So I decided to make some of this stuff...in my crockpot. I knew that crockpots were slow cookers, but I was impatient and it seemed to be take foooorever.
So I put the crockpot in the oven. Bad idea.
After I put out the fire and settled my nerves a bit, I decided to make some "chicken" soup in the microwave, but I didn't have a bowl or a spoon.
So I put it in a baking pan and trying to eat it with a large cooking spoon. But it was really, really gross, and still mostly cold, so I just went to bed.
I was afriad to sleep in my bed, and I didn't have any covers, so I slept in my living room in this chair under a sleeping bag.
Sometime in the middle of the night I crawled up to my bed.
At seven, I heard the racoons on my roof and I got freaked out, so I decided just to leave and go back to Chattanooga. I started down the stairs in my socks, but the floors had been oiled, and I fell and thought I had broken my back. But I hadn't.
The End.