Burger after work = Good. Plus a shake. I don’t even hate myself.
Ignore the band-aid. I never cut myself at work. No never.
Pop sent me a (pretty interesting) knife safety article. I didn’t really think abut it before (beyond wanting to look like a non-fool, probably a foolish thing) now even when I’m dicing tomatoes I think about accidentially goring myself (aka am more careful, probably a good thing.)
If you don’t dismember yourself, you get a burger.
anna cotta 
I have an unhappy little reminder of my lousy knife technique (ah, the good ol’ days of trips to the ER and Super-Glue stitches!)…I always thought that was important only for fancy cooks, but I’ve learned otherwise. Nothing actually fell off, except my pride 😉
The burger looks outrageous…I want one for breakfast!
Yipes! At least you still have all your limbs. Always a good thing.
Burgers at ‘My Father’s Place’ in McCall- kind of a hokey fake-old-time burger joint, but they got some good burgers up in there!