...and I keep them like razors.
Cutting open a package of pork loin last night, however, the knife somehow slipped. I learned decades ago not to reach for a knife if I drop it, but like an idiot (and out of reflex), that's exactly what I did.
Damn near cut a half inch off the tip of my left hand middle finger.
Mrs E freaked. There was a lot of blood, as I take a baby aspirin every day.
Seven stitches and 2 hours later, I'm back home. The knife looked like a murder weapon.

The Vicodin helps, but typing is a PITA.
When people see the bandage and ask what happened, I get to do this

and smile.