I got a new vegetable slicer!!!!

Last week I was finally able to replace my long ago broken veggie chopper that I just loved. When it was delivered I was just beside myself trying to think of something to cut up. This was not just the plane jane model I was replacing - Oh NO - this had more gagets. I took everything out of the box and examined each piece - imagining all the fun things I was going to be able to do in the kitchen. It even has a mandolin type slicer that fits on top. So, when Don came home from work a night or two later and advised me he needed to take a pot luck dish to work the next day, I resisted the urge to complain about the short notice and set my attention to encouraging him to want to take a dish where I could cut something up with my new toy. He decided he wanted to take smoked sausages with green peppers and onions. Oh joy - I GET to slice up all those green peppers and onions. So, off to the store for supplies - but we had to hurry back so I could get started. I anxiously set up my new toy and gleefully cleaned the veggies readying myself for the fun that was ahead. I began slicing green peppers - "WOW, This thing is GREAT" I yell to Don (as he relaxes watching TV while I prepare his last minute dish request - oops, I digress). The green peppers were getting sliced so quickly it was unbelievable! I was on the 3rd green pepper when I realized just how sharp my new toy was. As I decided to cut this wobbling green pepper without the safety of the veggie holder, that was slowing me down, I quickly sliced the tip of my finger and a corner of my fingernail right off - it was so quick it was painless and I didn't even realize until I saw the blood - Now that is a problem. I stay calm and run my finger under water but to my dismay the blood just keeps coming. I call Don for help, we wrap up my bleeding finger, pick the chunk of finger with the nail still on it out of the bowl, look it over, and make some jokes before getting serious about all this bleeding. (Oh yeah - we did throw the green peppers away). After a call to my friend - the trained paramedic - we decided to head to the hospital. (To make a long story short - I know, I know, it is far too late for that . . . .) I now have "tallman" on my right hand wearing a big guard and a fancy gauze coat. It is quite the fashion statement and draws a lot of comments. Big excitement in the McKain house!