I've been crappy the last couple days due to a cold or flu or something that took control of my chubby body on Friday morning. Crazy crap I tell you. Knocked me right off my feet and put me in bed until like...an hour ago.
And that's only because I HAD to get up.
SO this is what happened...
Austin is gone to some party for his Colonel off gallivanting, having a grand ole time.
I'm in bed and I hear a faint cry coming from outside that sounds like Miah.
Kora rushes out to check on him and seriously like A second later I hear a blood curdling scream coming from her. She runs inside, slams the door, tears streaming down her face. She won't even talk to me she just rushes right past me, she's too much in shock.
I know whatever I find outside is gonna be bad.
I calmly hobble down the stairs in my sweats to find Miah hunched over in the driveway, tears pouring, mouth open full of dirt and blood.
Aww dang, why now?
After cleaning him all up, a good bath and teeth brushing, I can finally see that he's bashed his mouth in pretty good. That little stretchy piece of meat that holds your top lip to your gums (that I like to call your quiefer - pronounced QUEEE-FER) was sliced right in half.
I had a friend named Brook in middle school who's quiefer was too short so she had to have it surgically "clipped". The day she went to have it done, me, my friend Natalie and Brook made up a song called "clip your quiefer" with a dance and all. It was nice.
Kora sliced her quiefer once by jumping on the bed and falling on her face.
Of course she did, she's done everything at least once.
So I knew he didn't need to go to the ER.
He's just one less quiefer. We should all be thankful for our quiefers. They keep our lips in tight so they don't look like this...
He kinda has a mug shot lookin face here, huh?
Poor Poor Miah.