My crafting has been at a halt since mid-day on Sunday. I was sitting at the computer minding my own business and here is what happened...
Joey: Mom, there is a knife stuck in the drawer.
Me: What do you mean there is a knife stuck in the drawer?
Joey: sounding slightly frustrated There is just a knife stuck in the drawer. I don't know how to explain it. Just come look.
So I got up and took the very short trip into the kitchen. I looked in the drawer and thought, "Damn, the kid's right. That knife is definitely stuck. Picture an open and empty drawer. Now, do you see the seam down the back...the spot where the back of the drawer and the bottom of the drawer meet up...the spot that is too narrow to even slip a dollar bill through? Well, somehow (be damned if I know how) the tip of a sharp knife was stuck in that seam.
Me: Don't worry Joey. I'll get it.
Surely it can't be too hard to get out of there. So I reached in, grabbed the handle, and gave it a tug. Bwahahahahaha, if only it had been that simple. The knife didn't budge. Did I take a a step back and reevaluate? Did I clear all the other knives, the silverware tray, or the sharpening stick out of the way? Did I stop to think what would happen if I pulled harder and the knife didn't come out? Did I stop to think what would happen if I pulled harder and the knife did come out? The answer to all those questions is a resounding "HELL NO!" I just pulled harder.
The knife came out of the crevice it was stuck in and another knife went in...into my hand that is. When the knife came loose, my hand rebounded right into the very sharp point (have I mentioned I like sharp knives) of a knife. The point of the knife went in about1/4 to 1/2 inch in the area marked on the picture below.
not my palm
See, even my household accidents are weird.