I swear I may be super accident prone, but Hubby blows me out of the water. He’s all the time doing something. Lately when he comes home with a big bandage wrapped around his hand I don’t say “Oh my god baby what happened?” Instead now I normally give him the “What did you do this time?”

He just has terrible luck with his hands. There was the time he ended up with a nail through the center of his hand when he was a teenager. He’s got all kinds of scars from slicing his hands with knives and box cutters, and just recently a staple gun slipped and shot a staple straight through his finger. Luckily there was no damage. It went straight through without hitting anything.

So today I was laying in bed watching our new 42″ tv that I’m in love with while Hubby was cooking dinner, and Hubby came running through to the bathroom with blood on his finger. I wasn’t surprised at all. I did leave the man in the kitchen with knives. What surprised me is he jabbed his hand with a butter knife…right in the center. I think I’m just going to have to hide all the knives in the house no matter how dull they are.