Once upon a time, my husband Steven was home sick with the stomach flu. After getting home from work, I decided to be an extra good wife and make him homemade chicken soup. I got to work in the kitchen, but before I even really got started I noticed that my favorite kitchen knife was a little dirty. I started scrubbing it.
And then my favorite kitchen knife BRUTALLY ATTACKED MY HAND and cut deep into my thumb. "Honey???" I called from the kitchen. "I think you need to take me to the emergency room!"
And then my very sick husband proceeded to get dressed, wrap up my hand and drive me to the ER, where I proceeded to have four stitches put in, and a fabulously huge, neon pink bandage to take home as a souvenir. Steven really is the best.
I, however, am a silly hot mess. No good deed goes unpunished, I guess!