I'm a klutz. I trip over nothing. I whack my head on things. I can (and have) cut myself merely walking past the knife rack. See there was this... oh never mind.
I also cannot iron even the tiniest thing without also ironing myself. Which is why our shirts tend to stay so wrinkly.
It's genetic. When I get together with my sister, we compare wounds. She keeps trying to iron, so she usually wins the prize. Always was an over-achiever.
I never met my grandfather, but I've heard that he was missing a few fingers. Power tools. And my mother had a sizeable divot out of the end of one finger from a run-in with a hedge trimmer many years ago.
We keep band-aids in the house. Lots and lots of them.
The last time we needed to stock up, I saw these. Embarrassing as it is to admit it, I am a sucker for cute. I figured the Hello Kitty band-aids would help cut the whining next time I sliced a finger.
That was over a month ago. I've only used one, and that was a bit of a cheat. If it had been the old nasty plain ones, I'd just have wrapped my finger in a tissue till the bleeding stopped.
So there you have it. The key to making your kitchen safer is to buy yourself some really cool bandaids. Chances are, you'll never get a chance to use them.
Saturday, December 1, 2007
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2 comments:
It's so true! I got some awesome glow in the dark sponge Bob Square pants band-aids and seem to never need them!
Ha! I think we're onto something here!
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