Juggling knives

How many knives can I keep in the air before it all inexplicably comes crashing down on my head?  

Three.  Because been pushing the boundaries of common sense and self-preservation again in spite of me.

It goes

handle,
blade,
toss.

Handle,
blade
toss.

Handle.
Blade.
Toss.

Blade!
Ooops.
Fingers lost.

Because I can’t remember where you the one who doesn’t like cinnamon?  Because I bought us a round of fireball shots.  Oh wait, peanuts, you were allergic to peanuts.  Whoops I forgot.  And now we’re on our way to the hospital because you don’t have your EpiPen, so dinner didn’t go exactly as planned.  Nuts in pasta, who would’ve imagined?  But I’ve got my phone out in the waiting room, so every moment without you I’m not alone because She’s here.  And She’s here too.  

handle,
blade,
toss.  

Handle,
blade
toss.

Handle.
Blade.
Toss.

Blade!
Ooops.

 

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