My best scar is on my knee from wiping out on the post-snow gravel covered blacktop. While chasing a boy. To fight with him.

I had to get six stitches in my chin from showing off for a boy. I was four and rode my wheeled giraffe into a brick fireplace. It was supposed to wheelie up--that's what it had done all the other times.

That time I came smashing down on the edge instead.

Not sure if he was impressed.

Man, I loved that giraffe.

And that fireplace.

And I kinda liked the boy.

Liese, that is pretty awesome.

Ferrari is being investigated because their barcode livery amounts to subliminal advertising for Marlboro.

Idiots. It's not subliminal.

It's clever, but it's not subliminal. It's the barcode for Marlboro.

While chasing a boy. To fight with him.

Ah, young love.

I have never had an injury, Buffista-ish or otherwise.

I'd like to say all four of my scars came from fighting pirates, but that wouldn't be quite accurate. Fell out of a highchair, hit by a swing, cut on a mudflap, and ran smack into a barbed wire fence at night.

Hee. That`s a great story, ita. I didn`t like the boy I was chasing, but I did like the boy who was my counterpart in masterminding the whole scheme wherein we were chasing and fighting. We were co-conspirators, and so got along even though we were purportedly battling each other. All the other kids eventually got caught and punished for fighting, but he & I never got in trouble. It was all our fault but only our trusty minions paid.

I have never had an injury, Buffista-ish or otherwise.

Uh huh.

Most recent stupid injury - burning myself on a cigarette while trying to fish something out of my purse. Yes, I was drunk.

It was all our fault but only our trusty minions paid.

Reason #17 why minions are important.

It was all our fault but only our trusty minions paid.

You missed your calling as a Wall-Street executive.

Now that I`m remembering it, it is also clear to me that my best friend`s neighbor boy must have had a crush on me. He lied not once but twice to get me out of trouble. Once he erased my name on the board and wrote his over it, but the teacher remembered and I still had to stay in from recess. But this time he lied and said I wasn`t involved in the fighting even though I`m pretty sure he was sporting an injury I`d inflicted at the time. That one worked and I never got busted, despite corroborating evidence from other kids. Terrible! I remember me and my crush boy co-conspirator gloating, but it didn`t occur to me at the time why I had escaped unscathed.