What Was I Doing?

So sometimes I think I space out while I'm doing the dishes.  I have a lovely view of the back yard from the sink, and sometimes it is rather lovely out.  Given the fact that it has been snowing means it's been particularly intersting outside.  This is great, until I do something like this:

It hurts like a son of a gun. :(  David took good care of me and applied the magic glue and bandaide.  I know I'm going to have a nasty scar.  What have I learned from this?  Doing dishes is evil?  Don't wash and daydream?  Knives are tools of satan?  I guess accidents happen. ;)

~Emily