Not again!!!

I used to work at a sandwich place. Slicing bread, cheese, ham on a daily basis. By the end of my stint there, I had completely used up their supply of plasters. Large slicing machines and I? We don't mix well. 

When I first lived in Norway I wanted breakfast. As you do. I had baked the half-baked rolls and then they needed slicing. I ended up with three stitches. Bread knives and I? We don't mix well. 

Last year I wanted to be clean and took a shower to that effect. While I was in there, I decided to do some more than just wash. I had to dry off with one hand covered in a towel with the blood seeping through. Female rasor blades and I? We don't mix well.

You would think that by now I would know that anything that is sharper than a ball of wool is not safe in my hands. You would, wouldn't you? Alas...

Last night I was about to cut the thread of one of the mice I was knitting. I cut the thread and then my finger! There appeared blood and then I had to run to get a plaster. After all, individual mice is one thing, but one covered in blood spatters? 

Sewing scissors and I? We don't mix well...