Sweet, Fluffy DOOM

So this morning I was going about my business, actually running ON TIME for my departure for work, so I figured I had time to whip up a tasty treat for breakfast. I got out the bread, the peanut butter, and the brand new jar of marshmallow fluff, and I prepared to make a delicious fluffernutter (peanut butter and marshmallow fluff sandwich), with extra fluff... my specialty (I know it's easy, shut up)!

Much to my shock and dismay, when I unscrewed the lid to the fluff, the very top portion of the jar came with it, and when the top of the jar broke off, I managed to slice my right index and middle fingers on the sharp, jagged glass edge. (Somewhere along the line, whether it was in the store or in transit between the store and my cabinet I may never know, the jar broke but was held together by a combination of the screwed-on lid and the stickiness of its contents.) I bled into the sink for a while, then migrated upstairs, with my fingers wrapped firmly in a paper towel, to dig up my buried first-aid supplies. A few Band-Aids and some athletic tape (for pressure, to stop the bleeding) later, and I was back in the kitchen, running incredibly late and staring woefully at my now inedible jar of fluff (glass shards and blood do not make for a good breakfast sandwich). So I slapped some peanut butter on the bread, tossed the deadly fluff jar in the trash can, and went on my less-than-merry way to work.

Great, now I need to get a new jar of fluff... and possibly some stitches.