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.