Whoops!

“Honey?”

“Yeah?”

“If you’re going downstairs, can you make me a scone with some of the clotted cream?”

“Sure Hun.”

So like the nice husband I am, I go and make her a cup of tea and grab some milk for myself and grab the bread knife and a cinnamon scone to pop into the toaster oven.

Little background – when I was in highschool and college, I worked in a bagelshop so I know my way around knives having used them a lot and seen some horrific cuts.

Yeah, you know what’s coming.  Idiot boy thinking there’s no way he can cut himself didn’t count on the outside edge of the scone being a little harder than the rest of the scone.  So I cut a little harder.  Yep, right into my finger.  “Why didn’t he put it on the counter?” you’re probably asking.

Because I know my way with knives.  Actually, the answer should be, “Because I’m an idiot!”

it’s around 10:30.  I got back from the hospital around 12:30 with two stitches and gauze wrapped around my index finger.  Going to Kendo practice is going to be fun tomorrow for sure

Okay, fess up.  What’s your worst idiot moment?