I had a minor altercation with a mandoline in my kitchen last night.
My husband wondered why our son's small guitar was in the kitchen. :)
For you non-foodies like my husband who don't know the proper name for a slicing machine, a madoline is a slicer, dicer, julliane fry maker. And practical finger-taker-off-er!
I went to the urgent care center and do you know what they did? They super glued my finger shut! I was a little disappointed. There's no glory in that! No drama. No story! No, "DUDE! I totally had to get stitches last night!"
"I had to get super glued last night" just doesn't have that same zing.
I guess it does have a story after all though. :)
My mom's first question was, "Can you still knit?!"
Love you, mom.