Never take a biscuit to a knife fight

So, I'm typing this a little slowly. Slower than usual because of a little mishap today. As I was preparing breakfast, I was trying to pry apart a couple of frozen biscuits. They came apart pretty easily. So easy in fact that my steak knife went through them and into my hand before I even realized what happened. I think it hit bone. Yeah, it wasn't pretty. Soon I found myself sitting down in the floor trying not to pass out. I could only hope that I hadn't cut a tendon. Jenn took me to an immediate care facility, and fortunately, the doctor on rotation happened to be a former pediatric neuro-surgeon. I was in "good hands" so to speak. Xrays, a shot, and a few stitches later, I was good to go. I was also relieved that as far as he could tell, the tendons were intact. Could have been a lot worse, but it's gonna be troublesome for a couple weeks.
You know that little game we played as kids, "Paper, Rock, Scissors"? In the game "Biscuit, Knife, Hand" the knife usually wins.