Not only have I beat myself with a coat hanger, yesterday I gave myself a paper cut in my armpit and succeeded in incising my hand with a cheese slicer.
The cheese slicer incident is relatively easy to explain. I was using my handy Dutch cheese plane when it suddenly acquired a mind of its own and tried to attack me. Not really. I can’t make this story seem more interesting than it is. The truth is, the cheese cutter slipped and nicked my hand. Now, I’ve heard of head cheese, but never hand cheese. And, just in case you’ve always wanted a recipe for head cheese, you can find one here. (You really should take a look at this. I mean, do people really eat this stuff?)
The paper cut in my armpit might require a more detailed explanation. One of my summer projects is to reorganize all of our personal files. The pit paper cut caper perpetrated itself as I was carrying several empty manila file folders back to my home office (which is really just a huge, cumbersome, second-hand filing cabinet located in my laundry room). The folders slipped forward resulting in a nice three inch gash under my arm. Perhaps gash is too strong a word, but hey, paper cuts hurt, especially when located in such a tender area as your arm pit.
Do I lead an exciting life or what?
Coming Soon, I promise! Vacation Chronicles 2: Row, Row, Row Your Boat
July 18, 2008 at 3:46 pm |
Terrie, I hope you are in bed, reclining, and having the hub wait on you hand and foot… if there was blood, its worth at least a full day!
July 18, 2008 at 5:24 pm |
Hey… I never thought of that!!! Thanks, my devious friend.