Monday, April 13, 2009


A can of coconut milk + a chefs knife = stitches. My bottle opener is broken, has been for a while. But no worries, I have just stabbed the cans with a chef knife instead. Except this time, I stabbed my hand. Stupid I know. My brilliant stunt resulted in one trip to urgent care, one tetanus shot, three stitches, and a very sore hand. Tomorrow I am buying a bottle opener.