Back door... Pretty sure the chain is going to be on the back door. I'll try anyway. Maybe I will get lucky and mom forgot. The screen door on the sunroom was not locked... (Remember that statement right there... One more time the screen door to the sunroom was unlocked)
I unlock the back door and just as I had suspected... Chain is in place... Shit, shit, shit what do I do?
Call mom.
Why? She is 2.5 hours away what can she really do?
Calm me down. Call mom.
....
"Well did you pull it really hard? We didn't lock it."
"Yes I am using my whole body."
"Go see if your neighbor can help."
"Okay"
....
Neighbor comes to help.
"Nope that's stuck... That happened with our screen door and we had to bust the screen and then had to pay to replace it. I got a crow bar if you can't find a window to get into."
Oh a window! Please let there be a window open. Living room windows all locked. I come around to the sunroom which is all Windows. Okay one of these HAS to be open! There is only 9 to choose from...First one I try. Open!! Omg yes! I get the window open... The screen didn't cooperate as well. At this point I didn't care.. I'll just replace the screen. So I precede to bust the screen down. Climb through the window and I get into the sunroom.
My immediate thought, I hadn't even fully gotten my body through the window.... "Really.... You idiot... The screen door was OPEN!! Now I am right back to were I started.. Except I have a busted screen for absolutely no reason.
I seriously just broke into my own house, 5 minutes after I had already established that I could get into the screen room through the door!
I seriously just broke into my own house, 5 minutes after I had already established that I could get into the screen room through the door!
Finally I was able to mess with the chain on the back door until I managed to get it undone. However happy I was that I got into my house... Now I know it's not all that hard to break in.
Life's second lesson of the night... Yes there are two completely embarrassing stories to my first night.
I decide to heat up some dinner. And because I don't have a microwave and can no longer just eat popcorn... I had to use the stove. Not a big deal. Unless your me.
So I am heating up some stew (which my momma made and left for me) decided I wanted to toast my roll. Again not a big deal. Toasting bread is about the only thing I can accomplish in the oven. At least I thought so anyway.
Put my rolls in. A few minutes pass. Stew is nice and warm. Check the rolls... perfectly brown. Go to take them out of the oven...
Fuck! No oven mit... No towel in site... Nothing is unpacked!! Again panic.
Needless to say I found the oven mit before it was a complete disaster... I didn't want to eat the top of my roll anyway.
This my friends is just the beginning to this new adventure I am on. Since I have a good bit of extra time on my hands you all get to laugh with me along this crazy, beautiful journey....And the memoir begins. <3
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