Et tu, Gruyere?

I took this photo in 2014. I have an
identical cut right now. 

I have a friend whose husband doesn't understand why she has little cuts all over her hands all the time. It wasn't until she was telling me about this marital debate that I realized that it isn't normal to repeatedly ram your knuckles into the edge of the cabinet when reaching for a bowl. Or shave off knuckle skin each time one takes laundry from the washer.

Why, after 38 years, do I still not know where my knuckles are? They haven't moved. They're right there where they've always been.

A little wrinklier.

A little vein-ier... but not in some foreign location.

One time I cut my finger on the cheese drawer in my refrigerator. Of all the kitchen appliances to betray me. The fucking cheese drawer? I can see the dishwasher having it out for me. I don't rinse my dishes. I don't load it properly. I almost never clean that filter thingy. But the cheese drawer I treat with reverence.