Nicked floor (in the nick of time)

Written by hootenannie on March 24th, 2009

So there I was, cutting apart the Costco salmon fillet that I had just taken out of the oven.

When I came back from Kansas City at Christmas, my mom took 6 individually vacuum-packed frozen fish and stashed them in various corners of my suitcase – and these precious little gems have been carefully rationed for the past 3 months. This was my last one. I had already prepared a fresh, leafy, green salad, and was slicing up the salmon to crown the top.

Unfortunately, I was feeling a little loosy-goosy.

And before I knew it, the knife FLIPPED out of my hand, cart-wheeled through the air in the most rapid slow-motion known to man – and, with the speed of a feline (and the instinct of a genius), I jumped sideways, flinging my legs and arms wide.

Jesus loves me, this I know:

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The knife – BOOOOOING – landed tip-first in the hardwood floor. RIGHT WHERE MY FOOT HAD BEEN ONE SECOND EARLIER.

Good thing Mel was right there, always prepared with her camera. I did not move. This was the moment, LIVE.

Oh my word, I need medical insurance.

9 Comments so far ↓

  1. Mar
    24
    8:46
    AM
    Greta

    Ha ha! I wondered if you had set up a dramatic reenactment until you clarified that Mel was at the ready with her flash-click. :)

    No kidding about the insurance. You and me both.

  2. Mar
    24
    10:43
    AM
    Crystal

    I’m glad that you’re ok. But on a lighter note, your legs look great in those jeans!

  3. Mar
    24
    11:27
    AM
    Mary

    Uh Crystal, DITTO ON THE JEANS.

    MHFA (my hot friend Annie), you are a [hilarious] GEM. It’s times like these you should be grateful for roommates – what if I filleted my OWN FOOT, as you almost did? Who would take me [single and bleeding] to the hospital? And more importantly, who would document said event?!

    xx

  4. Mar
    24
    12:10
    PM
    Tad

    With reflexes like that you and Mel should tour as a knife-throwing act. You’ll be rich and famous! You can write songs about having knives thown at you and the wierd people you meet on the road.

  5. Mar
    24
    5:32
    PM
    becca

    hopefully your landlord reads your blog.

  6. Mar
    24
    6:55
    PM
    Andrea

    Yikes! That is a sharp knife. Glad you are safe. ;)

  7. Mar
    24
    11:20
    PM
    Marcia

    I think you had an extra angel around you at that moment…. holy cow!! I’m SO glad you still have both of your feet. :-)

  8. Mar
    25
    11:28
    AM
    Little AP

    Kudos to the fast-clicking Mel! I had also wondered if you had a)reenacted the scene or b)stayed in that position while someone got a camera. Wow. Glad you have no puncture wounds on the gorgeous-red-painted-toenails (or toes. Or any other part of the foot, for that matter.)

    Much love,
    Little AP

  9. Mar
    25
    2:34
    PM
    Mom

    People are commenting on your legs, your painted toes – can I just say…”the FLOORS! I wish my hardwoods looked that good!”
    mom

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