I am a reasonably responsible person, at least I thought so until this morning:
I was using a small exacto blade to cut pages out of a magazine. I saw something absolutely beautiful and set down my blade to admire it. This page was so great I wanted to show Katherine.
"Bring it over here so I can see it."
Oh, ok. Here.
LUNGE!!!
I went sprawling across the room with the magazine. After laying there for half a minute I realized I was on top of the blade.
I don't think I've been impaled...probably not, it would hurt more than this.
"Katherine, if I get up and there's blood spurting from my leg I want you to stick your hand in there and keep me alive."
She didn't need to. It barely broke skin.
2 comments:
So were you a little disappointed, then? Sometimes when I get hurt and there's nothing to show for it I'm bummed. All that pain and I can't even get sympathy? ;o)
Glad you're okay!
Happy you're not hurt, but even happier I found your blog. Had no idea you had been blogging for so long.
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