Butter Knives Are Dangerous.

Paper cuts hurt.  End of story.  They’re awful and miserable and don’t ever heal within a normal span of time.  Until last night, I would have testified without hesitance that paper cuts are at the very top of the list of minor injuries that really, really hurt.

A butter knife changed everything.

I eat at Casa quite often.  By quite often I mean entirely too much.  Most of the servers and managers know my name, and if I come in with someone different than one of my usual companions, they get really confused and concerned.  In all honesty, I have probably eaten there an average of at least once a week since I first moved to Florence.

So, let’s see here… 9 years…52 weeks per year…  I have eaten at Casa over 450 times. 

Please don’t tell my mother.  

And until last night, none of these approximately 450 times had ended in injury.

Katie (who is one of my best friends and will undoubtedly show up in many of my posts) and I had already finished our meals and were just sitting and talking as we finished our drinks.  All was well in the world as we discussed her new found love for cowboy boots and my completely unhealthy obsession with Glee. 

Suddenly, I felt a sharp, searing pain in the index finger on my left hand. 

I guess it is important to note that I was holding a butter knife in my right hand. 

I was trying to make Katie understand my inexplicable and unabashed love for Heather Morris and the character of Brittany, and in doing so, I had picked up the knife to gesture.  

In my zealous explanation, I somehow managed to take a small chunk of flesh out of my finger. 

How does that even happen?

Luckily, Katie is an EMT, and she quickly assured me that my injury was not life threatening.  

(I may or may not have been slightly dramatic about the whole situation.)

The moral of this story:  butter knife cut > paper cut

Good day.