What I'm good at

I have found over the years that I am good at cutting things.   Maybe "things" is a bit too broad.  I try to cut fresh bread and it looks like I have attempted to make a pyramid.  I cut vegetables and they are all different shapes and sizes.  Kind of like if you drop a piece of glass and it shatters.  Lots of different sizes.  Yep.  That's what my veggies look like.  Mike, on the other hand, is a master at slicing bread and chopping vegetables.  He makes it look easy.  Everything perfect and professional looking.  Anyway, I have found that I have a talent for cutting myself.  I don't even require anything major to help me with this.  I have cut myself with steak knives, butcher knives, butter knives, and forks.  Yes.  You read that right.  Forks!  I know.  It's a talent.  Go ahead.  Take a moment to be jealous.  :)  My latest scar to be is from washing a butcher knife.  I usually don't use this knife because, well, it's sharp.  I don't have much feeling in my hands and that with my knack for slicing skin is not a good combination. Therefore, I don't use this particular knife very often.   I was trying to be nice though.  The boys (and Mike) were getting home from high adventure for scouts and I wanted them to have a special treat.  How was I to know it wouldn't work out so well.  haha

 

It doesn't look like much, but it is a very nice slice along the meaty part of my fourth finger.  Don't worry.  I didn't cut the whole thing off.  There is still skin keeping it attached like a bad hair toupee.   haha  Now if I were only as good at healing as I am at slicing!