One funny story.

When I was in the sixth grade my grandmother moved from her old apartment to an assisted living facility about 20 minutes closer to my house. I was very excited for her to move for many reasons. The first was that it meant i didn't have to travel as much any more to see her. Also I felt more comfortable with her living in assisted living rather than on her own. The night before she moved my parents asked me to sleepover because she would probably be nervous. I agreed to sleep over. Little did I know though, my dad had already boxed up all the blankets and put them in his car. His car was in Staten Island, and we were in Toms River, N.J.. Therefore there was no blanket for me to sleep with. My grandma felt bad and tried so hard to get a blanket for me. She couldn't find a blanket so guess what she gave me to sleep with. She made me sleep with a dish towel. Try to imagine a girl thats 5'11" sleeping with a dishtowel. It was not very comfortable that night. I barely slept the whole night.