What is it with men and their obsession with sharpening kitchen knives until they could slice you in two? It's not like he ever uses the damn things, he never cooks unless it can go straight from the freezer to the oven.


I just sliced my knuckle almost to the bone on one of the feakin things, after telling him to leave my damn knives alone! They were sharp enough as they were, now I'm taking my life in my hands everytime I pick one of the darn things up.