I just tried to catch a glass as it fell out of the dish drainer, and of course it shattered against the edge of the countertop and sliced the palm of my hand open, because that’s what my life is like. And obviously it’s my right hand and I’m right-handed. I don’t think I’m going to be kneading any dough or slicing any lemons tonight, which means you’ll have to wait until the morrow for your weekly dose of cheap eats. Although I am proving to be a pretty decent left-handed typist, so I guess that’s a perk in case my right side is ever trapped under a beam in a burning barn and I need to send a frantic one-handed email calling for help.*
*Assuming the cows have an internet-ready computer.
Thursday Night Smackdown 
I hope we see a side dish of blood with the meal. 😉
what you do, in the name of us…
Yeah I hear Wi-Fi in barns is popping up all over America. So don’t you worry 🙂 Sorry about your hand though. Wrap it up and elevate.
Take care and take it easy. Heal that hand.
Hope you’re ok. Did Brian find all the glass shards?
Ow, ow, ow!
OW!
I think we may have been separated at birth. I did just the same thing the other day – except I failed to catch the glass at all, and it shattered completely. But missed my hand. You’ve got to learn to miss better. 😉
Heal quickly, my friend.
Apparently it was a glass breaking epidemic yesterday. My kids dropped a jar full of water on a sample tile in the kitchen. (We’re so super classy we drink from jars.) It broke and splashed water everywhere. Cleaning up wet broken glass is really fun.
Then later, we were eating dinner on our porch and one of the kids dropped his plate and it shattered everywhere. (Corelle plate, ’cause again, we’re just that classy. …And they may be shatter resistant, but when they do go- WOW! Glass everywhere.)
I hope your hand is okay and I gently suggest that next time you use your cat-like ninja reflexes to get out of the way instead of catching the broken glass!
Aaargh cutty stuff makes me wince. Hope it heals up soon. Though, you must be a fairly decent left-hand typer because that’s a good sized paragraph there. Take care! 🙂
Ahh.. crap.. I relate,just glad it wasn’t my best wine glass too.
Found your site recently, thanks for the laughs and the hella hot recipes. Cheers from Australia 🙂
Oh dear. As someone who admires your blog, and subsequently you, it pains me to hear of near-hand-decapitations. Blegh. Perhaps this Cheap Ass Monday should have been cheap taco takeout or something.
wow, SO glad the blog exists, because i knew immediately upon realizing that you most likely wouldn’t be coming into the office today that i could find the reason at http://www.thursdaynightsmackdown.com. thank goodness for technology. 🙂
hope your hand gets better post-haste, because i need new blog posts to keep me busy at work (because reading your blog is exactly what i’m supposed to be doing right now).
I hope it was a cheapass glass that broke. Good plan to keep away from lemons while your hand heals — lemon juice and cuts do not mix well.
Wishing you a speedy recovery on that cut hand. I’m also with Carolyn that I hope it wasn’t a good glass that broke.
BTW, I do have a selfish purpose in wishing you a speedy recovery. I don’t get my cheap-ass Monday, so you had better not take away the Friday morning pleasure of seeing what you smacked down Thursday night!!!!
hi all, thanks for the well-wishes! and yes, it was a shitty glass that broke (we don’t really have any other kind). brian found the bloody shard that did the deed, and we cursed it before disposing of it.
Ouch!
Doesn’t sometimes seem that, despite the objects being inanimate, they are plotting against your success?
Ouch! Sorry, Michelle!
I keep telling my husband that blood makes everything taste better – I get a little in a lot of my dishes. It’s kinda my secret ingredient.
Oh gosh, so sorry to hear about your hand. I’ve cut myself many times, but not this badly. Hope you heal up soon so that we can see more of your great dishes!
At the same time I’m sympathizing with your so-not-funny injury, I can’t help imagining a bunch of heifers clicking away at a t-Mobile hotspot.
Get well, friend. And watch out for any holsteins armed with MacBooks.
Ehm, ever considered ordering in?
Just kiddin’.