Ouch!

Last night I cut my finger - bad enough to need stitches. This would be the third time that I have done this to a finger. This fact got me thinking...

- From age 23 (when I started cooking) to age 33 - 3 cuts requiring stitches
- Figure I live until the ripe old age of 88 - that's 55 more years to go
- 3 cuts per every 11 years = 15 more cuts = 2 per finger on my right hand, 1 per finger on my left (Can we say attractive, anyone?)

Conclusion: I will no longer feel bad about serving mac n cheese or ordering pizza in for dinner.
Less carnage.