Blair Wins the Knife Bet

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It was only a matter of time. I bought my beautiful Wusthof Grand Prix II knife (the chopping knife in photo) 3 weeks ago. LOVE this knife. Glides through tomatoes and vegetables like buttah. I love this knife so much I obey the instructions to hand wash it versus throwing it in a dishwasher.

Which is what I was doing when I inadvertently sliced my right index finger open this morning. Ouchie. I staunched the flow of blood but only by applying the band-aid so tight the tip of finger turned purple. I called my mom (isn't that who we all call when we're hurt?) who suggested I at least let a doctor look at it. 

4 stitches later... I'm back home and moping about the "I told you so" I'm sure is coming from my husband. Dena isn't allowed near sharp items for this very reason. We laughed about buying extra insurance on me when we took the knife home. Ha ha ha. Yeah. Life happens.

My finger is quite numb at the moment, making typing difficult so I'll keep this short. I of course have a TON of work to do today. Will try not to let blood seep onto client papers. Bad for business.

And btw, I am WAY too attached to this blog. As the doctor was sewing the stitches I was mentally kicking myself for not bringing my camera to get some "action shots" to post. 

Happy Earth Day!

A Little Change is Good For You

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When Blair came home from work on Friday, I met him at the front door. 

"Hello!" I said, blocking his path into the house.

"Hello," he said in that cautious tone which, hmm, he does seem to use around me quite a bit.

"Would you agree change is good?" I asked. "Kind of gives new verve to life?"

"Oh God," he answered, the fear now evident in his eyes. "What have you done?"

Nothing so bad. I was cleaning the library sitting room on Friday when it struck me, That couch would look a lot better over there. So I moved it. Which meant moving the chair. And the ottoman. And lamp and coffee table. In my excitment, I may have charged into the breakfast area and shoved the table under the window, moved a plant, brought in a rug from the hallway and and moved a cabinet. In short, certain rooms of the house were unrecognizable.

I'd forgotten how much fun it is to rearrange a room. I used to move my furniture around all the time in my bedroom as a kid. Even if the new arrangments aren't better, just having items in a different place kind of shakes up your world and lets some fresh air into life.

At least, that's my take. And, as it turns out, Blair's as well. He's fine with the rearrangment. I doubt we'll keep it this way for too long (truthfully, the library probably looked better the other way) but again--something different every now and again is fun. 

He's just lucky I'm not strong enough by myself to move the bed. Who knows what he may have come home to? 

Cheers,

Dena