Step Away from the Sharp Knives

Apparently, I had a modified death wish yesterday.  Mine was more a “death-by-a-thousand-cuts wish.”  Somehow, I managed to cut myself at nearly every turn.

Here is a list of my minor injuries from yesterday:

• While helping a friend with an electrical problem, I cut my finger.
• A bit later, while trimming a tree, I barked a knuckle.
• Following that, I barked another knuckle reaching into a kitchen cabinet.
• I finished with a cut to my thumb while chopping some broccoli.

I had considered trimming some caulking from around the corners of my windows, but one long look at the blade of my razor knife dissuaded me from that.

— Mitchell Hegman