Monday, July 11, 2011

Suppertime Stabbing

A delicious, serendipitous meal with great company. 
Life is good. 

Clean up is simply straightforward.  Lifting the salad bowl from the dish drainer set up an unexpected chain reaction:  Oh-oh!

The drainer tipped.
The plates slid to one end.
I dropped the wooden bowl and tea towel, grabbing for the plates.
The steak knives catapulted into the air and came raining down like a volley of arrows let loose by an ambushing enemy.

The main casualty was my left great toe--stabbed to the bone.

The moral of this story is this:
Sometimes I am my own worst enemy.

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