Holy Cream of Chicken!

Today after class, I decided to be very productive.  I worked on homework, cleaned my toilet (Go ME!) and even made an actual dinner.  The goal:  tuna casserole.  Putting the casserole together consisted of asking my roommate how to use the can opener, asking my mom how to defrost peas, and pulling never before used pots out of my closet.  And when I started eating, ewwwww.  Turns out mom forgot to mention I needed cream of chicken soup when she gave me the recipe.  So I added it, and started eating again. ewwwwwww.  It was swimming in it.  Still I ate it, because I was determined to enjoy my first homemade meal.  Plus my roommates (who are excellent cooks) were watching me.  And I had to convince them that I wasn't an idiot.