Rude Awakening... Literally

Before I opened my eyes this morning, I had two thoughts. One, my scars from yesterday didn't hurt anymore, and two, I couldn't breathe. I know it's allergy season AND I have asthma, but I shouldn't be having an attack right when I wake up!

So, I open my eyes to see MUTANT'S FACE ABOUT HALF A MILLIMETER AWAY FROM MINE! AGH! Believe me, there is no scarier way to wake up than with that cat's snaggleteeth practically buried in your eyeballs. I was too scared to move.

I was thinking, Oh, great, now he's going to try and get me back for swinging him around yesterday, until I realized that he was purring. I was only able to realize this because he was sitting on my chest (blocking my airways, the little brat!) and his butt was vibrating. Well, that's what it felt like.

I don't know what to do, because if I push him off, he might claw me. So I just lift my arm up and pat his head a little, and he just purrs more and starts rubbing his face all over mine. He stood up to do this, so I saw my opportunity. I sat up very fast, grabbed him around his waist(Do cats have waists?) and fling him off my bed.

Well, Mutant must be more persistent than I thought, because he jumped right back onto the bed and rubbed his head against my feet, but it didn't seem to satisfy him, so he walked back to my head.

Ever since, I've been followed around by that cat wherever I go. When I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and put more ointment on my scars, I realized that he was following me because he liked the smell of the ointment.

I saw that the scars were already unnoticeable, and they didn't hurt anymore, so I just washed off the last of last night's ointment and left the tub open. Last I saw, Mutant was licking it's contents. Let's hope it's poisonous to cats.

Speaking of poisonous, yesterday, when I was forced to eat one of my sister's cupcakes, not only did I discover that they were the wrong color and extremely bloated, but they're also HOLLOW. Yes, my sister is the creator of a hollow cupcake. Joy, joy.

TWWOTF is going to visit today, undoubtedly going to ramble about the amazing time she had at camp and how I should've been there, blah blah blah. You know what, TWWOTF? I wish I had been there too. Then I might have had better things to do than yammer on about how incredibly bored I am.

Then again, I wouldn't have been able to attend the Web 2.0 class that started this whole thing. Everyone knows I'm not technologically gifted, so I probably never would have figured out how to write a blog.

I really think this blog is turning out to be more about my life and friends than the actual Insane Trio, but I'll just leave the title and slogan the same. I think they're cool. Or funny. Something like that.

I don't really have anything else of importance to say, except to remind you that TWWOTF stands for The Wild Woman Of The Forest, even though she's not wild at all, and not often in the forest. In fact, The Wild Woman Of The Forest is very prim and proper(Which, in her case, is not a bad thing at all.)

Sayonara, suckers!