Remember Ginsu, the knives that can't really cut cans? Well CutCO knives actually can cut cans, as well as the fucking end off my finger while I cut sourdough bread.
Dave, can you cut the bread? Sure thing, let me slice it thin; people like it thin. Slice, slice, slice MOTHERFUCKER!!! Ow (A's mom takes over slicing, not missing a beat, while I stand there staring at blood pouring out of my finger*). I'll keep slicing, or...I think I need to sit down...
Ouch. I didn't want to see what's under there because 1) I was a little woozy just running water over it under the sink right after I did it 2) it throbbed like hell all night. It's down to the bone and sort of resembles the side of a shark around the gills; it starts at the tip and goes down to the bottom of my fingernail.
Who wants a bread knife to be that sharp?!? I'm so used to my piece-of-crap Great Harvest knife (free with two loaves of bread), and the cut happened so fast, that I thought I just grazed the top of my fingernail. I'm typing this all out of order because this band-aid (and butterfly thing, which is holding my finger together...mostly) is cutting off the circulation to my brain.
*A tells me it was her, not her mom, who took over the chopping job.
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We are very serious about bread in my family, and the cutting of it.
"He needs stitches! Shouldn't he get stitches?!?!" - LT Smash
Tell Lieutenant Smash to calm herself. I took 1 term of CNA classes....he'll be ok. When he gets home from his massage I am going to poke his finger with a needle to check for nerve damage.
"I am going to poke his finger with a needle to check for nerve damage."
Oh helllllll no.
OMG TO THE BONE.
OWCH.
That's all I can say.
It is doing pretty well now; fresh pink skin and all that.
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