Tall Paul and I made our very first sojourn to the annual Renaissance Pleasure Faire this past weekend, and while we were there, I did something else for the first time. You might think that being one-quarter Sicilian would give me an affinity for handling knives (outside the kitchen). You would be wrong.
Not the sharpest knife in the drawer, seriously. And I mean the actual knife. Go sit down.
I enhanced the focus on the flying knife to help you see it. I decided not to post the picture where it landed on the ground, along with all the other ones I threw. I totally throw like a girl, but I’ll try again next year!