I was sitting in front of the tv waiting on Ma to join me. She's been sewing lately and had something to finish up on so I thought I'd sharpen my exacto knife because I want to tie some flu-flu jigs tomorrow as Christmas presents for a couple of the grandsons. I don't know what the heck distracted me but I slipped off the stone with the blade and pulled the stone holding hand away in reflex but knocked the knife out of the other hand in doing so. I batted at the knife so it wouldn't land smack on top of the goods which Andy was referring and instead of flipping over to the floor it stuck right in my left knee on the side. So here I am with an exacto knife sticking in my leg....straight out yet. I'm sure happy I had the blade keen otherwise I might have been in serious pain. As it were I was only in moderate pain. Carole, of course, heard a bit of my vernacular and peeked around the corner of her sewing area, saw the situation and just shook her head. She mumbled something about not commenting on what I looked like, something I'm sure she had to work at pretty hard as she's always pretty quick with some verbal assistance at times like this this....stuff like "only you could do something like that", or "what a dip schnit". Of course her assessment would be spot on. The second bandaid got the bleeding in check. Now she gets to patch the jeans after I get the blood out.