Patti (whipartist) wrote,

A shining example of domesticity

No shit there I was, standing at the kitchen counter chopping onions to make curried butternut squash soup, and thinking to myself that this cooking dinner thing was starting to seem normal, and not so much like a novelty act. Just then, the knife I was wielding decided that my left little finger looked just like an onion. It was bad enough to bleed through one band-aid before it quit, but not bad enough for stitches.

Pride goeth before the fall, I guess.
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