9 fingers.. almost...

so the new island counter top is in. Did I mention that Zodiac stuff is slippery?

I chopped and prepped all my stuff for stir fry the other night (you know, in honor of the Olympics in China, and all...) and was cleaning up the kitchen before I start the actual cooking. (stir fry cooks fast!)

Now, I'm sure you all think I can't cook for shit - but really.. I'm good! I swear!

And I really do know my way around a kitchen... I swear!!

So I grabbed my chef's knife and go to move it to my brand-spanking-new sink, from my brand-spanking-new island over my brand-spanking-new floor when it starts to slide uncontrollably over said brand-spanking-new island top.

It slides right off the island.

Now, usually I would hop backwards, let that baby fall right to the ground. Who cares what happens to the knife, the floor, whatever. It's a falling knife for Christ's sake!!! Wouldn't want to lose any fingers or toes!

But this time - and I don't know what got into me - I thought "not my new floor!".

But really - it's a tile floor. What's a knife going to do to it??? My brain didn't get that far into the processing part as I REACHED MY HAND OUT TO GRAB THE FALLING KNIFE.

Yes folks - I tried to grab a falling chef's knife.

And yes, the knife won.

And the weirdest part is how it cut me - it chopped up the crease where my pinkie finger attaches to my hand.... and when I say "chopped" I mean "chopped". It didn't "cut" or "slice"....

Now I jerked my hand back fast enough (my well honed cat-like reflexes) to keep from doing serious enough damage to require stitches or anything (apparently I need to sharpen my knives, thank god...) but it looks gross.

And yet another reason I apparently need to stay out of the kitchen.