Parrot Lip

My best friend, Vixen, is one of the Good News Gals but has had some trauma in her life as of late. We have been friends since the eigth grade. I can remember spending the night and her having to rake the orange shag carpet. Isn't that a blast from the past. For you that are not as old, we used to have longer carpet than we have now and had to rake it to make it look good, even with our Electrolux and Kirbey vaccuums. My blessing and prayers go out to Vixen right now, as I wish all would send some.
We have played together for at least 35 years and one time stands out. We had been out and about and one of our mutual friends had been drinking a little Gran Marnier. Gran Ma is of the devil or so it made Sue. We figured we needed to take her back to my house and sober her up. Vixen and Sue arrived earlier than I. Sue in her drunken state decided it was a good idea to play with my parrot. Bozo was a friendly red lore amazon that loved people. He sat on my head a lot and traveled around. Well Sue was not ready to take him for a trip through the house like me. Boz jumped on top of her head and Sue panicked. Sue turned frantic, making the parrot frantic. Boz got wound up in her hair. When I walked in, Vixen was trying to diffuse the situation and take Bozo out of Sue's hair only to get bit on the lip. I have to get the bird out, calm Boz, calm Sue, and contemplate on what to do with Vixen's lip, oh, and I forgot, clean up the blood. The icepack came out and upon looking at her lip, I decided to take her to the emergency room. We get to the first hospital and they do not want to touch her due to it being facial and scarring. We had to go to another hospital with a facial surgeon standing by. We are filling out paper work and out comes her smart nurse and in a very loud voice, calling for "parrot lip". The whole waiting room with the nurse bust into laughter. Okay, I laughed too. We got her fixed up but if you look real close she is wearing a love bite from Bozo and yes we all laugh about it now, not just me.