Well, we aren’t all smart.
There are going to be so many jokes made at my expense for this, but I have to be honest about it. I may have impaired my ability to write for the next week. All from cutting cheese.
All right, get it out, my juvenile friends.
I was cutting the rind off a nice piece of Jarlsberg swiss today with the closest instrument of destruction – a steak knife, of course – when it slipped. Nay, was repelled by the cheese. Sliced right into the pointer finger of my left hand.
That was six hours ago. Still stings. Even worse, it’s slowing down my typing pace. And it stings.