Last night Bob and I were making dinner. He was grilling chicken on the BBQ and I was inside doing the potatoes.
Well as I was chopping them, I happened to slice my finger. I yelped out in pain and started cursing. Bob asked if I was alright and then chopped the rest of the potatoes for me while I went to bandage up my finger.
That's when I realized..
Who let the clumsy girl hold a knife? I think we're just asking for trouble in that situation. It's lucky I didn't fall while holding it, and slice one of my knee caps off.
On a side note, just yesterday I managed to not only cut myself, but rip one of my nails off, and choke on a banana. Yes, those mushy things they give to babies because they are so easy to digest.
help.
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3 comments:
I hate when I have those days (er, weeks).
it sounds crazy, but the sharper the knife the less like you are to actually cut yourself with it. maybe it's time for a little sharpening?
who invented knives anyway? You should sue them. And their friends that invented scissors. I cut my finger with my sewing scissors on Friday night as I was madly preparing for the boutique. I hate being clumsy!
oh, man. maybe take a little break from the knives for a while. maybe you just need a week off.
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