Flying knives

Okay, so, I didn’t do the mattes this evening. I worked on my resume and cover letter for a job application. However, I will get to them tomorrow!

Nonetheless, I digress…

I kid you not, tonight, I stood up to bring my dinner plate and flatware to the sink to rinse them, after I’d finished eating. Somehow, the knife was not properly balanced on the plate – to be clear, this never happens for me, as I am always meticulously careful about such a thing as dirty dishes and things that could make a mess – and, as I stood, it flipped backward, toward me, flung barbecue sauce through the air onto my husband’s leg, and then stabbed my thigh before it fell fully to the ground.

No, it didn’t imbed itself into my leg or anything. But it 100% stabbed me enough to slit the skin, make it burn immediately, and then bleed after a few seconds. I now have a small fish-hook-shaped little red scar on my left thigh. And, yes, it still hurts to the touch. Hopefully, the cleaning and sanitizing I did of it, followed by a shower, actually worked and helped it to seal up while still clean.

Ridiculous, I know.

Anyway, goodnight, folks!

Thank you, God, for keeping me safe. In your name, I pray. Amen.

Post-a-day 2024

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