Judging from the wounds I had on my face when I arrived, I may have lived up to my name, but I still came out on the short end of the stick! Well, wounds heal, and I’m on my way, so in no time I’ll be good as new. Unfortunately, when my mom remarried, her new husband had bad allergies, so my roommate and I had to move on. I was allowed outside periodically (which is probably where I got into the scrape), but the outdoors isn’t as great as they say, and I am SO over it. How about we get together and spend lots of indoor time getting to know each other?