...and so we went to the ER.

What?!?! you might be saying. So I shall begin the story from the top. It's Saturday, November 21st. A regular day to most of you UNLESS you are a Twilight fan who lives in Poky and have tickets to THE Pocatello New Moon Party!! So, I have been anticipating this day for a long, long time. I spent my day relaxing, hanging around the house and am just about to go shower and start getting ready for the party-- woohoo!!!-- and my darling Cordel comes flying thru the hallway into the kitchen, slips while banking the corner and-- SLAM!!-- right into the corner of the wine hutch. Screaming ensues. While I try to access the situation, Shane runs frantically around grabbing random objects like a dirty towel and shoes, and does his best not to faint. Meanwhile, I have determined that a trip to the ER is necessary. And so we go to the ER. It is now 2:53pm. The party starts at 6:00pm. I should be able to make it, right? Not quite. I forgot that TIME SLOWS DOWN to about the speed of SMELL upon entering the ER. So, we sat in waiting room #1.............., and waiting room #2......................., and then finally ER room #7, and I'm trying to keep Cordel and myself calm cause I can SEE cardilage thru the cut in the side of his head. But I'm also trying not look at the clock every twenty-three seconds stewing about making the party on time!! I hadn't even showered! I know, I know. But I WAS planning on gettin all ready for the party! Had I a crystal ball (or psychic vampire BFF--Haha, Twilighters will understand that one) I would have at least taken a shower BEFORE the racing thru the kitchen in stocking feet incident happened. Really. I would have. To top it off, my Mama is there for moral support and she is also suppose to attend the party, but she is coming down with the stomach flu. I can literally see her turning green right before my eyes. Anyway, Cordel ends up with 8 stitches, my Mom ends up pukin in her car on the way home from the ER, I end up with a couple of HUGE doctor bills AND I am an hour and a half LATE for the party! SHEESH! The happy ending is that Cordel is just fine and we have some very funny footage of him coming off the sedative they gave to him AND the party as well as the movie were both totally awesome!! The End.





The bruise on his cheek was from the week before when he crashed into a coffee table. Are all boys like this?