So Mom and I were in the kitchen together while I was cutting something up. I was in my early 20s (God I hope the statute of limitations is up on a stabbing – LOL).

We were goofing off, talking trash and, well, next thing ya know…

I’m standing there holding the knife outward in my hand in a jokingly threatening manner…

and she turns to strut away with her hands swinging back as she walked…

and the palm of her hand make contact with the knife, impaling her hand…

Since it was a serrated stake knife, it pulled the meat out of her hand just below her thumb…

She’s like… “You stabbed me” – half shocked and half laughing.

I’m like… “You stabbed yourself” – laughing, cause that is what you should do when someone is stabbed. LOL

She starts to holler “[Dad’s name]! [Dad’s name]! You daughter just stabbed me!!”

My Fathers response…. {hear the crickets chirping… yeah, that was all we heard too…}

We didnt even hear him move… I started laughing… He wasnt even coming up the steps to see what had occurred… Poor man gave up years before – He realized he didnt have a shot. He had 3 daughters, a female dog, a female cat, and a wife… He hid in the basement with the guns. Smart man he is.

So, we got out the gauze and tape. Pushed the meat back in and put Mom’s hand back together.

Ya know, I am blessed with my somewhat off center family. Their a good bunch of nuts that gave me my sense of somewhat twisted humor and an endless supply of stories.

(For the record and just so no one thinks otherwise, my Father is a great man. He knew it wasnt a serious incident or he woulda been up the steps in a flash. He could hear us laughing.)