Home Accident

There is nothing I hate worse than slicing my finger open with one of my dull knives. I almost started crying this evening as I was slicing through a cantaloupe and continued through to my thumb. The feel of the slicing of my skin, and knowing it hurts before it actually starts to, is enough for me to curse loudly enough for the neighbors to hear me. Then I stomped around the house to get a Band-Aid, which, taking a Band-Aid off grosses me out almost more than the blood. I'm such a klutz.