paying the price

milkin' it. a day for me.

el Jefe' said i was still running a fever this morning. i couldn't get my act together quick enough to take a shower. i wore a shirt from yesterday. i noticed my pants had a stain on them, though i thought they were clean. so i dropped off Punkin at school, and got a decaf white mocha and a donut on the way home. i finished a book, which i'm pretty sure i had read before. couldn't have been that bad; i couldn't remember the ending. i watched a movie or two on cable, made myself an egg salad sandwich, and made two batches of food for Punkin (apple sauce and yams).

however, it was not without cost. earlier this year, el Jefe' and i attended a wedding for some friends of ours. a real wedding, where the bride's parents fork out a bunch of dough! a real wedding, where the bride and groom registered for gifts! we opted for steak knives (two sets) as a gift. i recalled some old tradition about knives and pennies and weddings (but not much else), and as we are friends with both the bride and the groom, the patently female gifts didn't seem right, and i wasn't about to get them a set of sheets. this wedding gift inspired el Jefe' to replace our divorce-wear knives. most of the divorce-wear knives still matched, but through wear and tear we ended up with a very extensive set of butter knives. none were weapons. no danger of cutting an appendage, much less the meat or vegetable in need of slicing.

the divorce-wear knives were replaced with "the best knives ever made" according to the saleswoman at Dillard's. el Jefe' has cut himself a time or two, but so far i've used them without incident. until today. i was cleaning a knife from yam production, which doesn't need to be sharp to cut through cooked yam, but there is not a designated yam knife in the set. i sliced my thumb. i looked at it, voiced an obscenity, and proceeded to slice through my index finger. the cuts were inconveniently located, so that pressing my thumb and index finger together made one digit bleed more. i eventually got the bleeding slowed down such that holding my hand above my head did the trick.

other than that, it was a good day.