So that is what he was talking about...

My husband has warned me from the first meal I attempted to make him, "Do not use a knife". I believe that I was chopping vegetables then. I didn't know why he would tell an adult woman this. Maybe he saw something in me that gave him a heads up. He may be right. He has reminded me of this warning every time I whip a knife out. Tonight I was chopping onions for our salad. I may or may not have heard his voice in the back of my head as I was reaching for the knife. So one smooth move and my finger tip fell off. Ok, maybe it didn't fall off but it was dangling. Ok, so maybe I just sliced it a chunk bit. Why does he have to be right? I was all ready to hop in the car to get it surgically reattached but remembered if I make a big deal out of my finger, he would start cutting my steak for me again. Yes, I am that bad with knives. Sharp little suckers. Seriously...