Say I had to catch my own food, and I only ate really fast animals, my feet would eventually evolve into rockets.

I was attempting to clean up the kitchen since we finally bought new dish-washing detergent from Target with out “Monopoly Money.”

Well upon removing our glorious Chef knife from the dishwasher I managed to cut the tips of two of my fingers.

Don’t worry, the old tenants left Scooby-Doo band aids in the medicine cabinet. Yesss!